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By the Window, 1a space, Cattle Depot, 2019, Hong Kong

Victoria, 2019, acrylic, graphite, ink on watercolour paper and tracing paper, 21 x 10 cm, 29pp (partial view)
Exhibited in Book Arts of Kyoto, 2019, Artbooks Yamazaki - an exhibition of handmade books from artists around the globe

Excerpt of "Work Hard, Play Hard" - a short story about an adventure of a clerk. (2019)

Adeline Chan, a clerk, spent a night slaying dragons. Coming out of her flat, as usual, she felt the air and sounds of the city morning exploded before her, dense and nerve-racking, and it was as if she were walking in the setting of Resident Evil where everyone looked like programmed zombies.

It must be clarified that apart from being a devoted gamer, Adeline Chan was also a devoted clerk who showed passion to the methodical ways of processing things. She was eager to complete her assignments even they all looked like clones of each other. She would fill in the blanks accurately with her fluttering fingers, like how she aced her moves on a video game console. She would race with the clock whenever she was on a task and made sure her rhythm would not delay her lunch breaks and the company’s schedules. On days when time was in abundance, she would keep herself occupied by organizing her files in the drawer, again and again, until the working hour was officially over. She was well aware of work ethics and her image as a responsible clerk...

Excerpt of "Paradise Villa" - a short story based on my residency experience in Spain. (2019)

That was a time when I had a fancy dream of settling in the countryside, the period when I came to Paradise Villa with three other strangers in this world. We spent a month together, we hugged, we cried and we kissed each other, but we didn’t become friends.

The villa was even more elaborate than we saw on Facebook - a huge chalky white facet with Spanish rooftops tiled with ochre bricks, overlooking the broad and endless vineyard with grapes that glittered like clear crystals. The front was a huge metal gate secured by a shabby bike lock, always boiling hot under the sun. I had always imagined us getting burgled in those days, as our only watchdog, an old Spaniel, was always sleeping under the green shade like a retired old man...

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