A flower bending too far toward the sun.

A beetle lost but pretending it knows the way.

Light sneaking into corners it doesn’t belong.

Those fleeting, imperfect moments are where I steady myself.They stop life from feeling too heavy, and they’re what I bring into my paintings: bright colours, thick textures, warmth with a streak of humour, beauty without the sugar-coating.

I’m a Chinese artist born in Hong Kong. After many years in the Netherlands, the UK, and France, I now live in Spain with my husband, our twins, and a rescue lurcher who thinks he’s human.

Life, like painting, is full of layers — moments of love, change, and loss — but I don’t let those things define me.
What matters is how I look at life: not through endless sorrow, but through the odd, fleeting details that make it bearable — sometimes even joyful.

I studied painting at art college and I’ve painted ever since. I’ve waitressed, pulled pints, done what I had to do — but painting has always been the constant. It’s never been a hobby, never something I could put down.

Through bold, textured strokes, I explore the messy beauty of existence — where vulnerability and humour coexist. Each painting invites reflection, connection, and a sense that you’re not alone in what you feel.


I don’t paint decoration — I paint attitude, humour, and the messy beauty of being alive.