Layers of raw canvas cradle the soft echoes of my childhood in Bangkok. Each mark feels like a fragment of the Thai words I learned from the nuns down the street — delicate letters I can no longer write, but still feel under my skin. Swirls of white, deep navy, and flickers of rust dance across textured earth tones, like half-forgotten phrases spoken in a dream. Lost Language is my way of tracing memories back to temple bells and warm evenings, translating what can’t be spoken into a quiet, familiar map only my heart can read.
24 × 24 inch acrylic on canvas. Sides are painted carbon black.
Shipping is not included in the price and will be determined separately.
Layers of raw canvas cradle the soft echoes of my childhood in Bangkok. Each mark feels like a fragment of the Thai words I learned from the nuns down the street — delicate letters I can no longer write, but still feel under my skin. Swirls of white, deep navy, and flickers of rust dance across textured earth tones, like half-forgotten phrases spoken in a dream. Lost Language is my way of tracing memories back to temple bells and warm evenings, translating what can’t be spoken into a quiet, familiar map only my heart can read.
24 × 24 inch acrylic on canvas. Sides are painted carbon black.
Shipping is not included in the price and will be determined separately.
