Amsterdam, November 25, 2024

Dear readers,

At 25, I found myself circling back to something I had buried for a long time—making art.

The road here wasn’t straight. I spent years turning away from my creativity, quietly shelving my dreams under the weight of family expectations, an unkind job, and the heavy feeling of not being understood. I thought I had moved on. But somewhere far from home, while studying my MBA in Amsterdam, my love for creating quietly returned.

It wasn’t a grand moment—it was a small one. A sticky note.

Growing up, my parents never said “I love you” or “I’m proud of you” out loud, as all Asian parents did. But they showed it—through tiny notes slipped into lunchboxes, or folded into graduation gift boxes. Back then, I didn’t fully understand. But as I began to heal, I realized those notes were their way of saying everything they couldn’t find the words for.

That quiet, steady love became the foundation of my work. The sticky notes turned into my canvases. Each one carries a thought, a memory, a message—small but sincere. They’re for anyone who’s ever longed to be seen, to be loved, to be reminded that kindness can live in the simplest of things.

Through my art, I’m not just telling my story—I’m inviting you into it. And I hope, in some quiet way, it speaks to yours too.

With love,
Phích.