2024 | Unseen & Unseated
Reflecting on progress in SG and who/what we leave behind (our humanity)
Reflecting on progress in SG and who/what we leave behind (our humanity)
Being home evokes all sorts of complicated emotions
A bridal gift for a violin-playing Canadian friend with whom I drifted on a lake listening to birdsong
I'm sorry we couldn't grow old and sit in rocking chairs together
(I got frustrated and ended up painting over this piece.)
Inspired by Miyazaki's The Boy and the Heron
Christmas present for my only cousin — the only relative whom i’d let slice my (lego) appendages off with a lightsaber over (and over) and over again…
A place where I found community I loved
Designing & knitting this practically took me three geological periods
This is my replication of WM Hawkins' art. First acrylic painting from Montreal during a paint night with friends.
The result of that one time I decided it'd be a good idea to buy ten kilos of wool from a street market in India
Sketching places on my daily commute was a way of processing the world
Down the street from our place
Documenting new beginnings in an old country
You need to do better, Singapore
Initial attempt at watercolours -- this was a friendship plant gift from my plant community
Need I say more?
This is my replication of a painting by Erika Lee Sears.
My 14-year-old grumpy cat was most unimpressed with his portrait
Reaching out to catch the light
Mushing together two of my pandemic hobbies
Cat toe beans much better than hooman beans
Self-portrait of Cleo's eyebags
An early experiment with painting gradients.
Food I grew up with and food I grew into
This was me starting to get into painting during the pandemic
I used to doodle So. Many. Hands.
Teenaged Cleo used to think that sitting at starbucks to journal while having a too-sweet toffee nut latte was peak aesthetic culture
Pre-pubescent Cleo was trying to figure out her cultural identity
Yes, I do suppose brontosauri had human-like ankles