ABOUT ME

The person behind the pieces


A woman with shoulder-length brown hair wearing a turquoise sleeveless top with red and white decorative patterns, sitting on a bus with windows and seats visible in the background.

WHO I AM

People tell me I make them feel comfortable. I've never been entirely sure what I do to cause that — I don't try particularly hard at it. I think it might be that I'm not in a rush. Not performing. Not filling silence for the sake of it. I'm just present. And apparently, that's rarer than it should be.

I grew up in Singapore, where the pace answers every question before you've finished asking it. I live in Australia now — with my husband, and with something I didn't expect to find here: space.

Space to think. Space to notice. Space to stop going through the motions long enough to ask what the motions were even for.

HOW I WORK

In motion
I find clarity in walking, cooking, being in spaces that don't demand anything from me.

In words
I write because putting things into words is how I make sense of them — and the things I need to make sense of are rarely mine alone.

In the quiet
I notice the shift in a room before someone says what's actually wrong. The thought that surfaces three days after the conversation that needed it.

In ritual
Coffee when I'm out. Tea at home — no machine, no apology. I've made peace with the slower ritual of it.


A MONTHLY RITUAL

D.O.O.M Days…

DECLUTTER & ORGANISE DAY OF THE MONTH

Once a month, without fail - one space. A timer. Music.

The physical clutter goes first, and somewhere in the process, so does the mental kind. It sounds modest because it is.

That's the point.

A woman smiling and standing in front of a colorful wall of painted wooden fish shapes, each with different designs and patterns.

I don't write to offer answers. I write to make the in-between a little less disorienting while we're both still in it.

A CLOSING THOUGHT


EXPLORE THE COLLECTION

Each series captures a different way of seeing—whether it’s quiet observations, honest reflections, or moments that don’t always make sense at first, but stay with you.