The Walled City had swollen and compressed more than 50,000 people into an area no larger than two rugby fields - Ungoverned, unplanned, and strangely alive. People came fleeing poverty, deportation, debt — and built a city within a city, all stacked on top of each other without permission or blueprint. This work captures that paradox — a lawless place that functioned, a forgotten place that thrived, a city that was never supposed to exist.

No architects. No master plan. Just one building added to another, floor by floor, decade by decade, until something impossible existed. The Walled City grew the way living things grow — filling whatever space was available, adapting, mutating. This surrealistic work treats it as exactly that: a built organism, with its own logic, its own pulse, its own stubborn will to survive.

50,000 people. 0.026 square kilometres, The Walled City was the most densely populated place on Earth — In this compressed world, cage homes offered only the smallest fragments of personal space: cramped metal enclosures stacked one atop another, where privacy was scarce and everyday life unfolded in close quarters. This work sits with that compression: In a place where human density defied architectural logic, where bodies outnumbered space, the scale is a visual argument: these people were too large for the city they were forced to inhabit. The distortion is the truth.

Hong Kong is a city people have always been leaving — or preparing to. War, handovers, unrest, economics: each generation inherits a new reason to pack. This work sits in that suspended state — not quite rooted, not quite gone — and asks what home means when migration is not an exception but a way of life. What gets passed down when stability cannot be.

“If we can touch the plane, we can touch the sky” The children of the Walled City played on rooftops — close enough to touch the planes coming in to Kai Tak. In a place defined by limits, the sky was the one thing that couldn't be walled in. This work channels that spirit of makeshift freedom amd honours that reach: small bodies, enormous aspiration. Resilience not as a grand gesture, but as something ordinary and unstoppable.

Pong Lai, a mythological paradise meant to be unreachable. Yet, this artwork presents a different kind of paradise: one that is desperately, violently, and beautifully constructed by mortal hands against the tides of history. This island is not geologically formed; it is anthropologically accumulated. It traces the waves of refugees who arrived to build this island, stacking their lives precariously in search of sanctuary. It is a vertical timeline of a city built on the transient promises of a "dream home”. It is a temporary paradise constructed against a ticking clock, proving our future is forever held up by the dense layers of our past.