Under construction! 💜 (Yeah, I know, it’s been ages, gimme some more time)



Dec 2, 2018Oil on canvas

One of the older works of mine — I think I’d only spent 2 years dabbling with oil paintings back then, and the technical inexpertise definitely shows — but a brazen and unpolished technique does not necessarily hinder expressiveness. ;)

I really wanted to capture the anger in the tiger, and as I exaggerated its features and started furiously laying down sweeping strokes of striking orange, I too experienced the feral fury in me. Wish I could experience that again…

Altitudinous blossoms

Feb 11, 2021Oil on canvas

A friend of my mother’s is a hobbyist photographer, and I think he took the original photo when he went to Tibet to… well, take pictures of the wild flora and fauna and the majestic landscape. (Y’know, like a photographer? Why else would he be there anyway?)

My mother and I were both enthralled by the contrast between the razor-sharp edges of the mountains in the background, and the wavy, flailing flora trying to survive on the hostile, altitudinous plateau. In face of all the odds, the flowers still bloom, facing the intensely blue sky of the Tibetan Plateau.

To recreate the chiseled, thick look of the mountain, I had to use a spatula, which was very fun to use — I did take a while to figure it out though. I also used a toothbrush to paint spray the white dots on, which are actually specks of mint-scented toothpaste and not white paint! Although, they look like they hold up just fine on the canvas.

A piscine aura in the depths

Jun 5, 2021Oil on canvas

Some kind of tropical fish whose name I have completely forgotten. It didn’t even occur to past-Leah to write these things down! sigh

It’s really pretty, especially for its lake-blue scales and blood-red fins! Sure did take a long time to paint though… It was around this time when my style really departed from the raw, emotional expression like Ferality, towards a finer sort of aesthetic.

A flower — what's her name again?

Dec 11, 2021Oil on canvas

Turns out it’s a flower of the tree Bombax ceiba, better known as the red cotton tree, or 木棉 (mù mián) in Chinese. I was going to leave it unidentified, but my mother’s a bonafide botanist and identified it for me.

Its striking red color is honestly captivating, and I still have it displayed on the wall of my room, facing the entrance for I hope any visitors would appreciate its vividity and life force seeping out of the canvas, as much as I would.

老铁 (Laotie)

Mar 20, 2022Oil on canvas

He’s a corgi in the studio we used to paint in, and his presence made most of our weekly painting hours turn into communal dog-petting sessions. It was lovely to paint with such an adorable cutie around, and time and stress all went away so swiftly with him. I still have like, so many photos of him playing around with us… Too bad that that studio was shut down about 2 months ago, on February 2023.

My mother insists I painted Santa Claus in disguise of a dog! But really, he’s just wearing some festive clothes…

By the lake, beneath the canopies, in the beforetimes

Jul 23, 2022Oil on canvas

One summer afternoon, on the eastern shore of Jinji Lake, Suzhou. It was an awfully nice day, so my mother and I decided to take a selfie on our daily stroll outside. Originally, I decided to paint this as a work of memorabilia, to make me cherish the good times I spent with my mother at home, before I start my studies abroad, and our chance of spending quality time together becomes unfeasibly slim.

But now, it has taken an additional level of meaning — this was the last painting I finished before I realized I was a trans woman. That tall silhouette with the masculine build was supposed to be me, but now it’s representative of the person I used to be.

However, I have to remain truthful to myself — regardless of who I am now, I was like that back then, and this fossilized image of me is one that I can’t, and don’t want to change. The past is not to be changed — the future, however, is.