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Hi! I'm an illustrator and animator based in Stockholm. I hold a BA in Broadcast Journalism from China, and an MFA in Visual Communication from Konstfack (2025).
I explore intergenerational memory, the female migration, and inner life, through quiet everyday scenes and a textured, hand-made look. Working across illustration and short film. I'm open for illustration and animation commissions！
I explore intergenerational memory, the female migration, and inner life, through quiet everyday scenes and a textured, hand-made look. Working across illustration and short film. I'm open for illustration and animation commissions！
你好！我是插画师与动画师，现居斯德哥尔摩。本科毕业于广播电视学专业，研究生毕业于瑞典艺术、工艺与设计大学（Konstfack）视觉传达专业（2025）。
我的作品以怀旧色系为主，营造出一种梦境氛围。我关注代际间的记忆、女性的生活，迁徙经历，以及那些悬置在生命历程里的感受。
欢迎插画与动画合作！
我的作品以怀旧色系为主，营造出一种梦境氛围。我关注代际间的记忆、女性的生活，迁徙经历，以及那些悬置在生命历程里的感受。
欢迎插画与动画合作！
那些我藏在安全屋里的梦
Illustration
这个项目描绘了我从过去记忆和反思中构建的安全空间。我选择了童年中的场景来记录怀旧的情感。
Mingfen
Every year during Spring Festival, we bring lots of good food to Grandma's grave.
We lay a plastic sheet over her tombstone, kneel down, and afterward sit and eat snacks.
One night, I sent a hydrogen balloon up into the sky.
I'd written everything I wanted to say to her on it.
The Purple Garden
There was a crooked-necked tree in the little garden where we used to live.
I could see its green leaves and purple blossoms right outside my window.
In science class, I raised silkworms. Some of them never made it to grow up.
I buried them under that tree with a little paper tombstone. The other kids laughed when they saw it.
I quietly took it down the next day. At least the silkworms could rest in peace.
Mingfen
Every year during Spring Festival, we bring lots of good food to Grandma's grave.
We lay a plastic sheet over her tombstone, kneel down, and afterward sit and eat snacks.
One night, I sent a hydrogen balloon up into the sky.
I'd written everything I wanted to say to her on it.
The Summer Pool
Every summer, I went swimming in the neighbourhood pool with my grandpa.
Plastic slippers, fallen leaves floating on the water.
Grilled sausages that tasted even better after a swim.
The water was warm where the sun hit, and still cool in the shade.
The smell of chlorine lingered in my hair and on my skin.
Plastic slippers, fallen leaves floating on the water.
Grilled sausages that tasted even better after a swim.
The water was warm where the sun hit, and still cool in the shade.
The smell of chlorine lingered in my hair and on my skin.
You and I
The first time I met her, she was crying over a photo of her mother.
We became good friends after that. Back then, a sticker felt like a luxury to me.
She noticed I wanted one and quietly bought it for me.
Then one day, she transferred schools without a word and disappeared from my life.
Maybe some things just don't need an answer.
What they left behind became part of who I am.
The Banyan Tree
When I was little, Grandpa often told me stories about growing up, he always talked about the banyan tree, the house, and the water of his hometown.
Later, when I started learning traditional Chinese painting, the first scene my teacher taught me to paint was a banyan tree.
The scene feels like Grandpa's hometown: a place he may never return to, and one I've never been to at all.
The scene feels like Grandpa's hometown: a place he may never return to, and one I've never been to at all.