The character of Poison Ivy was my earliest role model and it is no surprise that I am the woman I am today because of her symbolic influence on me. My parents would find me ensnaring furniture with my green feather boa whilst blowing invisible magic dust into the air.

Poison Ivy was a luscious reflection of life and death. She represented all things natural, all things sensual, and all things ephemeral. She brought me down to earth and provoked me into questioning my own mortality. She led me to collect crystals, imbue myself geography and reminded me to stay in tune with the natural cycles of my body.

This photo was taken on my 7th birthday party right before I had learnt about the Izmit earthquakes in Turkey that occurred.

That was the day I tried to understand natural disasters and dying. It is my earliest and darkest memory of fear. The event had catalysed a deep desire to discover how to transmute loss into light, through love, art and creativity. My art has always been a mystical reflection on the purposes of my soul and skin and the beauty of connection.

Stardust: A piece of poetry performance art in 2018. 

Here is a very raw, rough-cut performance of mine as part of
Kuala Lumpur's In Defence of Poetry Art Exhibition opening night. My intention with this is purely to speak from a place of intuition and truth.

This is a tribute to my late father who passed away in 2012. It is a dedication of love, light and stardust to a man whose spirit continues to teach me that the heart is limitless. Here is a poetic expression of grief and gratitude towards losing him suddenly from an asthma attack.

This collections of poems and reflections consist of writings from 2012 all the way up to 2018, but I gave myself a week to put everything together, so my mind wouldn't get too much in the way of what my soul wanted to say that night. It is a relatively unfiltered reflection of my process of holding on and letting go throughout this time of mourning.

 An excerpt from "Stardust"

You were always a star dust boy to me
A Sufi leader fuelled by your desire
to follow a sharp line
Straight back up to the Divine
A diamond struck your secret heart
and you fell head over heels in love
Your 3D prism body tumbles
into all the shapes that came with
the fascination with your newfound fragmentation.
as you expanded into dimensions I couldn’t reach
and met with angles I couldn’t measure
You loved shapes.
It’s probably why you loved stars
They had points.
A pattern of principles I resisted to work out.
You wanted to be in sequence, in accordance, in alignment.
Like a perfectly inelastic price elastic diagram
in my economics textbook.
Never to scale.

I couldn’t compete with your fractal fairy-tale 
So we will speak now, amongst folds of flowers
I drop my crumpled mind into the crinkles of orchids.
My fragrant pain finds itself splashing
across you from the blush of rosewater

Fresh and trembling,
Every petal, 
your petrified daughter
collapsing into her own growth.

Stay with me.
You smile at me through tattered jasmine
amongst rain and restless ants.
I can’t translate your voice
and have no choice
but to hear you now through songs of violet stars,
rhythms of streetlights and scars
as I cling on to the strums of Santana
to paint your shards of soul
and the synth of Pink Floyd to form it

Are you listening through these flowers?

Your grave fizzed on to my fingers
I felt your light reach up towards my palm.
as if you were jumping up from the other side.
Light splutters across the universe
from your dimensions into mine 
in the shape of some
beautiful delusion

I used to see you in suits
Now I feel you in streams.

2012- 2015

A transpiration from some prose, some poetry and a lot of personal memories

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