Wrong place and time

I decide to be on my own on Newyear’s eve. It’s such a important time. It’s going to be an energetic night. I should spend this precious time wisely. If I can’t spend it with my family I’d rather stay alone. Considering what I’ve done all the pass year, and what I am going to do next.

On the new year’s eve 2006 I’ve the best New year ever with my friends in Pai, Thailand. So, I didn't spent time with my grandma for her last New year. So every time that New year comes, I afraid to be in the wrong place and time.

Card for my mum and sister

Time stand still

Merry Christmas and a Happy 2012

I'm glad to know that when people see my works. They reminded themselve of the moment they have with their grandparents.

the only thing that I got

I have nothing left. Everything has vanished one after another. But, the only thing that I got. Living inside me, the warm memory about the romantic journey of my grandparents' marriage.

Shadow of lost

I experiment with light and shadow. Cut out the organic shape, and let their shadows take upon the photograph.

Life upon the hand of above

Experiment with my collage materials.

People lost everyday

The fact that people lose fifty million skin cells everyday. The cells get scraped off, turn into invisible dust, and disappear into the air. Maybe we are nothing but skin cells as far as the world is concerned. If so, there's nothing mysterious about somebody suddenly disappearing one day. - Tengo, 1Q84

Sorrow rise inside his eyes

All the year I keep do my works about the relationship of my grandparents during my grandmother's final year battling with womb cancer. This is a major turning point in my life.

Grandpa and my family came all the way from Thailand to London. They came to see my MA Communication Design Final show at Rochelle School in Arnold circus. I took a photograph of him and my postcard that I used his portrait. There is still good feather remind on his face. Although, it have been sixty year since he was taken this portrait. I were so nervous. I didn't know how he was going to react, How he feel that I borrowed his story to tell how they treated love and care. I've used my grandparents pictures since they were married, during my grandmothers was sick, and finally, when she passed away in the coffin. I wondered how he feel. On that day, he didn't said anything, but I could see some light in his eyes.

I don't need religion. What I had experience with my grandparents' relationship is the cult. In this love is what I believe in. Witnessing their love is encourage me to live.

Vision of Horror : A Salon

4 November, 7 p.m., The Hospital Club, I exhibited works with Jake and Dino Chapman in the Granta this Horror issue. To explore the dark corners of the imagination. Dino and I talked about our works feather for Granta 117, and our interpretation of horror.

Granta Horror issue salon with Dino Chapman

"You can't choose how you're born, but you can choose how you die." - tamura, 1Q84

Last day of summer

Today is a sunshine day, but I am afraid, it is going to be the last warm. People come out and soak the sun. They sit all over the place, enjoy talking and drink Pimm. I stared at the sun alone. I was waiting for someone. I would pray for the sun to give him a warm welcome.

Bloomsbury festival

Death is common sense

I made my way to High gate cemetery with my inspiring friend. This is a lovely hot sunny day. The cemetery was quiet and serene. I always attract to graveyard. I like to see and read beautiful engraving stone of the lost and all of the deeply impressive feeling on the stone. They make me think, death is common natural, but all the good things that the lost does will engrave in the heart of someone who still breathing. That is the meaning of my life.

First commission work in London

My work publish in Granta magazine issue 117

Final show

My final show, Rochelle school, London

The Core Exhibition

Hello from my window

Interim show

Work in progress

Work in process