“In the late 2000s and early 10s, I used to see my maternal grandmother every day. She’s the only grandparent I have had any semblance of connection with, for the others have passed.

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My grandmother passed in 2013ce at the age of 92, which was extremely old back then. I believe the life expectancy was only around 70 years old. 

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I remember her kind laughter, how funny and gentle she was. She lives on through me and everyone who knew her. 

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In this piece, you can see what looks to be the rings of a planet, when in actuality it is stretched out window guard railings of her house, the square on the bottom right that is chip-shaped has the whole house inside, overlapped by a bee pollinating a jasmine flower… to which I remember how sublime the aroma was even during the heat, it was bliss.”

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That is a detailed yet brief outlook of a precious connection. How would you describe your middle painting, “Red”? 

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“For my whole life, I have had a peculiar relationship with the color red; it is rage, blood, shyness, beauty, yet whenever I’m physically close to it, as in wearing or touching something red, the tides turn against me, inescapable and trying to drown me. I am hoping that somehow by creating this piece that I might be able to make amends with it, and I may never provoke it, somehow, ever again.”