01/01/2026
It began with random doodling on textbooks—tiny objects here and there. No formal training, just ink-stained fingers, quiet curiosity, and a growing love for art.
I was told, “Art won’t pay the bills.” So, I moved on with life.
But during my time away from home, something stirred. I wandered through hidden alleys and stumbled upon independent stores—small, soulful spaces filled with creativity. I started to dream. Quietly, I told myself: One day, I’ll have a little store of my own.
Then came the 2020 lockdown.
While others baked bread or learned to cook, I picked up my pen again. Late at night, when the house was asleep, I dove into online tutorials. I drew till my iPad battery ran dry—and for the first time in a long while, I felt full. My happy tank was overflowing.
Every line I drew was a lesson.
There were days I wanted to quit. Scrolling through social media made my work feel like a whisper in a room full of thunder. But I kept going, thanks to my wonderful support system of family and friends.
My progress wasn’t loud, but it was real. Slowly, a style began to form—mine.
People started to notice. First a kind comment. Then a commission. Then a collaboration.
What began as practice had become something more:
I was illustrating memories—pieces of my childhood, my family, my city, Singapore. Breathing life into my heritage, one drawing at a time.
I didn’t follow a traditional path.
I carved my own, step by step, with intention and resilience. And that journey—that slow, steady becoming—is the legacy I’ll hold closest.
Thank you very much everyone for your kindness and support through these years.
Here, I wish all of us a magical year 2026, filled sincerity, calmness in all we embark on, a bag load of giggles and sweet memories with our loved ones ❤️🩷💙
Hope to see you around at Tiong Bahru,
X,
Yeni
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