I came from Bangkok

with a suitcase full of dreams

and crossed an ocean

to begin again

I studied science.

I learned to look beneath the surface,

to see what cannot always be seen.

Then one day,

a brush found its way into my hand.

And something in me opened.

Painting became my language—

a place for loneliness,

memory, struggle, and hope.

Through art,

I learned that healing

does not always come through words.

Sometimes it comes quietly—

through a breath,

a brushstroke,

a moment of light.

As an MRI technologist,

I look beneath the surface of the body.

As an artist,

I try to look beneath the surface of the soul.

I paint people, animals,

and the fleeting moments between them—

the gestures, moods, imperfections,

and quiet stories that make us human.

I teach because I believe

art can give us a place

to feel, to connect,

and sometimes,

to begin again.

My journey has taken me

from Bangkok to Boise,

from medicine to art,

from searching to discovering.

And I am still becoming.

Still learning to see

Still learning to feel.

Still learning to let the brush

say what words cannot.