I started making art when I was knee-high to a grasshopper. It wasn't a conscious effort to become an artist, but rather a way of escaping into myself. Growing up in a rather racist London, I didn't have very many friends and certainly very few invites for playdates. But time spent by myself became very positive because of a love of reading books, watching TV, and drawing out of my favourite comics. This all soon changed when I realised that the skill I had developed gave me kudos at school, that's when the good times began.
As I went further up the education ladder, the cultural landscape of London was fast-changing around me and the Asian in society became more of an object of curiosity than a non-entity. This meant I had a great time at art school and learnt the hows and the whys of being a professional artist.
I have since those heady days of swinging London in the 1980s have consistently kept up a studio practice. Through migrations from England to Australia, then to Spain, my art has been both a constant companion, as well as an anchoring point in my new surroundings.
Below you see some of the output that covers the last 20 to 30 years. Please enjoy...
