ABOUT ME

I have always been an observant person; for most of my life I seem to see things that are invisible to others. A bright pink beetle crawls under my mother’s gaze, a perfect rainbow in a puddle, and the recognition in other’s faces when I mention my grandfather. These are the important things in life, to find the meaning in the mundane. But, not everyone has a built-in magnifying glass, so my job is to be that for them. My job is to amplify the little moments and struggles to show how they can have a huge impact on everyone. A father who slowly becomes disconnected to his family, becomes a world-famous Chinese dissident; a camera that slowly blinks red, increases the surveillance of Chinese citizens; or the first moment of silence the second a dissident becomes still in a smuggler's boat, after an entire operation works to keep democracy alive in those who fought for it. 

As an artist, it is my job to profess my views of the world, to contribute my unique voice to the vast sea of ideas, and to use that voice to create a large wave from a small ripple. That’s what motivates me to create, knowing that I can make an impact. From my (relatively) small sculptures, I hope to start a movement.

Besides art, I am obsessed with writing because of the act itself. It is a dance of mind and language reflecting the most profound secrets of humanity. In the digital age, what meaning remains in crafting long passages of text? This question haunts me and every soul who still kneels at literature's altar. Writing is transgression and revelation, complexity and mystery. It attempts the impossible, translating my innermost world into symbols that, once released, may splinter into countless interpretations beyond my control. Yet only writing can truly unveil me, sharing the same contradictions—my deceit and compassion, my chaos and clarity. Inspiration disguises itself as divine fortune but approaches with quiet violence, forcing my spirits to retreat inward in search of the final embers of talent before departing without warning when those flames are exhausted. Can art be dissected or learned? Yes, but the masterpieces that shake generations arise only when an artist's inner light intersects with eternity's whisper at precisely the right moment. Like a beautiful face marked by asymmetry, their imperfections and inconsistencies become the source of their impossible perfection.