My childhood was marked by violence, addiction, and instability. Art became the place where I could process what I had experienced, make sense of my emotions, and find a sense of peace when everything else felt chaotic and wierd.

There was physical and sexual abuse. When I was eleven years old, I ran from the devastating tsunami in Thailand and saw destruction and piles of corpses at an young age. Experiencing such a disaster changed the way I saw the world and left a lasting impact on me. The police picked me up many times, and my mother had to come get me in the middle of the night. With the challenges I had faced, it taught me how fragile life can be, but also how important it is to keep moving forward. Every artwork carries a piece of my journey, my struggles, my memories, my fears and my hopes.

Looking back, I realize that the experiences that once threatened to kill me became the very foundation of my creativity. Art gave me a way to heal, to transform pain into something meaningful, and to prove to myself that even the darkest chapters can lead to something beautiful.