Introducing
Transcend
I once froze beneath the weight of pain,
too full to feel, too numb to move.
But the fire waited inside me,
softly, patiently,
until I was ready to rise.
Now I let it burn into light,
turning sorrow into strength,
and pain into healing.
The first edition of this painting was created in May.
When I began, I intended to steady the fire within me. Each stroke became an act of grounding, a quiet dialogue between chaos and calm, a reminder that creation itself can heal.
However in Dec 2025, the Tai Po incident brought deep sadness and sorrow within me.
I turned to this healing work as a way to process those emotions, choosing to pour everything I felt onto the canvas and let the pain transform into something that could bring peace.
The pain was tremendous.
As a fire dancer, I felt a deep connection to fire. Creating this piece felt like standing inside the flames themselves.
I portrayed hell as I painted, the chaos and fear burning through me, even glimpses of ascending souls rising from the fire.
It was haunting, yet necessary.
Each shade and texture carries renewal, inviting calm and reflection.
I hope to channel this energy outward, sending healing and light into the world.
Resurgence
I tried to break free,
But your love held me with intensity.
You spoke of my hand, a tender caress,
So I captured that touch, seeking to express.
I painted our moments,
Yet in my art, I found my torment.
I long for the light, to rise from the deep,
In the silence of struggle, it's solace I seek.
No one can save me from the shadows I face,
Only I can reclaim my own space with each brushstroke.
In this journey of healing, my heart is remaking.
I call it “free nail scratching”. It is a moment when emotion breaks through control. My hands become the brush, the pressure becomes language, and the canvas records everything too urgent to stay unspoken.
When I was painting this, my emotions pulled me into a black hole swallowing every breath. I lost all sense of place and time. Tears blurred the world around me. All I could do was pour everything I felt onto the canvas, letting color become the only language I had left.
I paint with my hands, pressing acrylic color directly onto the canvas. The touch creates a connection between my fingers and the surface, where emotion deeply turns tangible and the artwork begins to breathe.
But in the depth of that darkness, my own despair became the spark that awakened me.
I felt an energy rising from within, fierce, alive, undeniable.
It was the moment I understood that strength is not given, it is claimed. I drew that light out of myself, breathing through the pain, aware at last that I am both the storm and the calm that follows.
