I think there are things I can't write in English that I wish I could write in Khmer.

I started to paint in the year 2000. I never thought of going to an art school, even though I loved art.

You get closer to your own humanity by understanding the stories of other people and the struggles they have.

There are multiple things entering in your mind.

All throughout my work, even in the United States, I have worked with the greater Cambodian community.

I thought of the pillowcases as a symbol of love and loss, of retaining the memory of your loved one.

Some people have witnessed the killing of their husbands, or they survived other horrific things. My sister is a widow but her husband was killed after the Khmer Rouge. There are different periods in which violence has occurred, and differences in how these women became widowed and how they survived afterwards.