Pieces of My Self-Portrait
I don’t draw or paint figures. However, the figures I drew, collaged, and painted in the series are my intuitive exploration, representing instances that were significant to me from childhood to motherhood. I needed to embed them with mandalas to narrate my stories.
This series became my first body of work as I emerged from the creative block I experienced in 2022.
I felt vulnerable, but it was freeing.
When I think of my home, I picture the house I grew up in until I was a teenager.
I hear the sweet voice of my grandma calling my name, the taste of the porridge offered by my grandpa during dinner, the busyness of my mom packing my lunch box and braiding my hair, me slipping into my crisp white and blue school uniform hand pressed by my mom every morning, the moment of sneaking over my dad's shoulder and watching him schedule his meetings and striking off his to-do list, the echoing of my aunt's voice asking me to pay attention to my studies, my uncle cracking jokes, and, of course, the tantrums, silly fights, and fun times with my younger brother.
Not that life was rosy and beautiful every day, but overall, I had a safe, sheltered, and loving childhood. I have witnessed suffering from sickness, financial struggles, and multiple deaths, including my dad passing away at a young age, and those years taught me the values of giving and sharing, being kind, helpful, nurturing, and above all, the energy of faith, hope, and resilience. I do my best to teach those values in the home I have created with my children and my husband.
Painting a mandala helps me to live, relive, and honor my moments.
Mixed Media on cradled board
6" H X 12" W X 1.5" D
The artwork is original and signed. The painting is varnished for protection, wired, and ready to hang. No framing is required.