I call myself an erroneous narrator.  I invent and illustrate stories of identity confusions. My characters 

are either actively indecisive of who, where, and when they want to be, or passively tied up and restrained within boxes, floating in the worlds of intentional contradictions.

 

My current practice centers on the traditional medium of tempera painting and the avant-garde form of performance art. I portray mental identical twins with convoluted limbs, pale piercings, and an intricate system of manipulation with red threads.  Consistent with the argument of multiplicity, my paintings are often comprised of myriad pictorial layers that are simultaneously above and beneath each other. With a meticulous trompe l’oeil style, I seek to deceive my audience, yet I also intentionally reveal the fallacies to guide them into a universe of anachronism and spatial discrepancies.  

 

My projects of performance art mirror the fundamental elements in my paintings: eroticism, red strings, 

bodily pain, control and manipulation. Nevertheless, unlike a distant tableau, a performance is more 

intimate and thus more tangible.  These works of ephemeral existence complement my frozen images 

with cruelty, and constantly push my viewers to ask the question: how and why are visual representations of certain taboo topics appreciated in traditional high art forms yet depreciated in cold reality?