Jirattaya

1978 born in Bangkok, lives and works in Bangkok, Thailand

Art And I

Art and I have always been each others’ good old friends. Since I was young, I always remember myself being introverted, locking myself up inside my room to draw and sketch on my own, out of my imagination. When I was a little girl, I grew up among nature. And all my time was spent to inspect every molecule of them, of little bugs’ lives, of marching ants, of twinkling stars, of lingering lazy clouds. That very world was a total charm and only filled with shades of happiness. I regret how the grown-up version of me complicates that worldview and almost makes it an illusion I feel like I can’t rely on, comparing to dry and lifeless world that today’s society is dragging us into. Fortunately I have Art. It saves me. When I concentrate on my artworks, it is when I’m at my best, far, far away from all chaotic mundane life, back into my serene sanctuary where I’m familiar with, where I belong. It is a place above all possible levels of reality, above all rights or wrongs. In there, only honesty towards my feelings lives. This is the reason why I’m fallen spellbound and become a part of this world of Art.
My sense and instinct is naturally sensitive. Love, desire, melancholy, delight, agony, fear, fulfillment, disappointment, these feelings I accepted altogether have rooted themselves deep inside me. They form and construct my being. Without those feelings, I would merely be an empty air and absence shadow. Hence, my creation of Art is filled with stories and tracks of senses, appearing as an internal feeling that play a great deal of role to me, both as a matter and a method.

Although my creative world of Art is way different from another mundane one we live in, and oftentimes I can’t seem to come to term with myself to find a place where I can comfortably dwell in, I suppose this is the reason why Art exists. For me, it is a connection and a medium forging two different worlds, making them meet at one proper point.