Grace Tan

Two decades of drawing, learning and building — where each line plants a possibility, and the answers rise from the dust.从笔尖出发，向尘烟扎根。

Home isn’t something we draw. It’s something we slowly step into through light, warmth and time.家的模样，不画在纸上，写在你我走过的每一段光里。

Maybe the way home isn’t a path we follow, but a feeling we learn to recognise.空间有温度，人生才有方向。