Field for Everyone

This field brings everyone together. Everyone is a flower that grew up from different seeds of value and kinds of weather. Click on each flower to find out more.

How Everything Bloomed

I move places a lot. Every time I pack, I come across small little things that Grandma has made for me – usually with floral pattens like her favorite flower, light pink rose. I got the love for making and sharing happiness from her – the thoughtful gift giver. I love keeping all the gifts with me, thus I have become a hoarder.

When I didn’t know English very well, making art was how I explored new emotions and places. All my layered thoughts, interests, and emotions mix and take form in many different ways. Like a vast, wild flower field, many species of memories and emotions bloom together and different animals come and go.

My grandma recently became unconscious. I hope there is an endless, beautiful flower field in the long dream she has been in.