Letters from Another Language holds traces of an eleven-year-old me, wide-eyed and barefoot under the humid Bangkok sun. For a short while, my world was the soft hush of the convent down the street, where gentle nuns guided my hand to shape the delicate curves of the Thai alphabet. Layers of paint and mark-making in this piece echo those first unfamiliar letters—foreign yet beautiful—etched into my memory. This painting is my quiet tribute to the magic of learning to speak, read, and dream in a language not my own.
24 × 24 inch acrylic on canvas. Sides are painted carbon black.
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Letters from Another Language holds traces of an eleven-year-old me, wide-eyed and barefoot under the humid Bangkok sun. For a short while, my world was the soft hush of the convent down the street, where gentle nuns guided my hand to shape the delicate curves of the Thai alphabet. Layers of paint and mark-making in this piece echo those first unfamiliar letters—foreign yet beautiful—etched into my memory. This painting is my quiet tribute to the magic of learning to speak, read, and dream in a language not my own.
24 × 24 inch acrylic on canvas. Sides are painted carbon black.
Shipping is not included in the price and will be determined separately.
