Welcome. I am a refugee from Saigon, South Vietnam, a place that exists now only in the collective memory of her children, set adrift when the tanks rolled in that morning of April 1975. I was but a child who could barely comprehend the loss of what could have been, perhaps a life dedicated to the arts. Like millions of her other children, I found a true home in America–a place where the Golden Thread exists still. I am eternally grateful, and thus on these pages you will find what could not have been created anywhere else, for my art comes from a heart profoundly grateful and a place of Love. The works on these pages are my vagabond song, my tribute to this blessed land we call America.
I hope they speak to you and comfort you on your journey.
