It first starts with something ugly, bruised and neglected.

Someone asked me in the studio today if jute sacks where “my thing”.

My answer: Not really.

My thing is objects that symbolize us in our broken states: the people (including myself) that I hope these works will touch and speak out for. In their discarded or abandoned state, they look quite ugly, bruised and hurt by the elements. And this serves as a beautiful canvas to paint stories that