The day before the second semester of university began, as we were anxiously bemoaning the prospect of new classes and new unknowns, a brilliant friend…

I consider my childhood to be a thoroughly privileged one as I was surrounded by a trove of books, toys and clothes. I had the…

Chopsticks. Bamboo Pole. Stick. Chicken legs. It sounds as if I’m shopping in Chinatown, but I’m not. It’s just a list of nicknames I’ve been called…

A while after I ORD-ed, I realised:  NS is like prison. You know the saying that inmates only remember two days of their stay: the…

I started exploring the idea of comfort in a couple of my print pieces. It started out with noticing the way I felt comforted by…

I know the analogy of ants has been done to death. The story of ants and how determined they are to reach their goal even…