A little closer
to the wild.

I was diagnosed with my first cancer in my twenties. By the time I faced my third diagnosis in 2015, I had spent years moving between hospitals and treatments. During those difficult seasons, art became my refuge — the one place where pain gave way to something beautiful.

In 2014, I took an illustration course in Hong Kong and discovered a community of artists who became friends and mentors. When the third cancer came, I picked up my brushes again — this time to paint my own story. I entered a local art competition with a self-portrait I had painted during chemotherapy. It won First Runner-Up at the Asia Society’s “Life is Only One” exhibition.