No matter what day it is, I struggle everyday. Hiding behind my smile is actually something so dark and vulnerable. I am an embarrassment to my family. I bring shame and truth to my artwork. Everyday is a challenge to live and breathe. Feeling stuck and lost is just a mundane feeling I felt before I discovered art at the age of 20. I was evoked and eradicated to express my thoughts through imagery and words. My body of work represents the differences had; being born a female was scrutinized and belittled. Verbal abuse from my childhood still haunts me today. I have so much to convey and express. Breaking away from the toxic surroundings, I began to search my inner soul. Beaten with hateful words, enabled me to express my artwork by creating layers with different mediums. Depending on the subject matter, I start my work differently. Sometimes, simply with just a pencil, or glazing the white paper with a vivid red background, or creating paint splattered throughout the whole surface before I even begin with my subject matter. Ridiculed and disowned from my own family has made my artwork more compelling and controversial. And for me to represent such turmoil takes me back to the mediums I use. For my viewers to grasp more deeply and understand that the process is a vital part of my artwork. Layering different mediums, enables me to express the difficulty and chaotic life I was born into.
The stereotype of being a submissive, quiet, and domesticated asian female were forced upon me sin I can remember. This illusion surpassed my true identity. Now, I am broken free from the toxicity and am resonating it through my art by creating this juxtapose of redefining my true identity.
