A body of work born between two worlds
Vietnam. Its jasmine nights, its deep indigo ink, its sea at dawn.
The Nordic landscapes. Vast white silences where cold soothes and blue light moves slowly across ice.
Two worlds that look nothing alike, and share everything that matters. They became my palette.
Ancient Ink, the deep blue of the first world.
Mist, the pale blue-grey of the second.
The white of the paper holds them both: the rice, and the snow.
Hi, I’m Blue.
Vietnamese-born. Paris-based.
Sixteen years on the conventional path, and a lifelong practice that never stopped waiting.
Blue Sweet Blue is where I finally let it arrive.