Growing up surrounded by Chinese calligraphy inspired my love for the handwritten word. My uncle took me to an art market in Taipei to gift me his favorite melancholy poem, written on-site by a local calligrapher. There’s a reverence for meaningful sentiments written by hand, and I carry that through all of my participatory installations and paintings. It’s an act of devotion to these writers and their scribbled aches, like composing a hymn of our psyches in the early 21st century.