I am a human, a woman, a wife, and a mother. I paint to discover. I feel inside me the wildness, the ocean, even the universe. I scream: "I'm independent!"

I think painting is like a window. When I paint, I make the window and reach inside. But when I do that, I ask myself: why can I see space in there? The painting is made of matter, not space. But I see the space anyway.


From a canvas as the ground zero, fiction and reality grow to compete. This is the narrow equilibrium that I explore the most in my art.

When I peer into layers of illusion and reality in painting, this is my image of the universe. This is a layer of me thinking of who am I to live.