Painted Hunger Exhibition
Exhibition posters were sticked around downtown CBD and K road.
I always imagined an exhibition as a serene triumph. The reality was a beautiful, frantic, love-filled scramble against the clock.
Exhibition space at Studio One Toi Tu overview-
The entire project was a last-minute pact. My curating counsaltant, Louis, and I fuelled ourselves through days of caffeine-driven negotiations, pulling the show together thread by thread in a race against my departure. The morning of the opening was pure chaos—rushing, worrying, praying nothing was forgotten. With the calm help of my buddies urging me to "relax," we somehow perfected the setup, even when a summer-heated frame crashed down. We turned the pieces into a new feature.
Broken frames turned into a new installation-
Exhibited Installation Work-- Marionette Barbies (with Laylah)
Event Opening
Then, the magic unfolded. The opening night flooded the space with dear friends, fellow creators, and even the designer of my sherbet lemon dress. I shared my journey through binge-eating and healing, feeling so comfortable I ended up barefoot. The air hummed with live music and profound connection. I was utterly enveloped in love.
Lucy and Cilla warming up my opening event, performing soothing music
Visitors
The greatest gift, however, came in the quiet, sun-drenched afternoons that followed the opening night's buzz. As the initial excitement settled, the space transformed. Amazing friends—artists, thinkers, new mates—visited me truly for the works. Some friends brought me flowers others brought stories and their connections to my works. We stood before the photographs, and the conversations unfurled into something deeper: shared vulnerabilities about creative blocks, reflections on the healing journey my work depicted, and quiet acknowledgments of support. In those unhurried hours, the exhibition completed its most vital purpose.
Exhibited works, Passage of Faded Parts I (left), II (right)
It was no longer just a display of images on a wall; it became a final, intimate portal. Before miles and oceans would separate us, it allowed us to truly see each other, to have one last, meaningful exchange that felt less like a goodbye and more like a quiet promise of connection maintained.
Exhibited work Crime Scene- Death of the Spagetti, flowers from Panna
