The only famous artists…are DEAD! (Art Shenanigans)
I come from a very traditional Asian family, you know the type, full of accountants, computer science types (cough! cough!), psychologists, lawyers and the like — respectable people with respectable jobs I guess. I suppose I was never one to fit that mould and I think even from an early age I knew I wanted to do something a little different, trouble was I didn’t know what that something was…despite it sitting in front of my damn eyes since I was a kid. So here goes a bunch of childhood memories…
I loved drawing! Apparently I started when I was around 3 years old, that’s what my Ma tells me anyway. I drew on bits of scrap paper and those hotel paper pads they have in hotel rooms, which my dad made a habit of pilfering (amongst other things, such as hotel slippers, towels and the like). My first recollection was
