Thai society rarely attempts to control literature in the same way that it vigilantly polices visual art. It's ironic because people in this society are more aware of literature than they are of art.

I probably sensed the serious formality of the ceremonies and felt what others were feeling then. Looking back, I'd guess that it had opened up a gaping hole in my psyche. In the process of creating art, I might be trying to fill that hole, or to reduce its depth, or to make it feel less hollow. I think that making art could have helped from that moment on.

I'm still useful in my capacity as an arts educator and caretaker for the stray dogs.

In academic circles, especially, I was criticized for lacking morals, values, and ethics. I'm feeding that angry feminist reading of my work.

I extol life so much that I cannot make art.

What is difficult is to keep the sweet voice with an aggressive message.

I eventually shifted to video. Video opened up new conditions, or freed me from old conditions.