SHOWCASE
/ ARTIST / 2026
| ARTIST: | Anchi |
| COUNTRY: | Thailand |
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| ANCHI is a multidisciplinary artist, illustration and designer with a background in communication design and love to connect with people across different media. My practice always portray a sense of belonging and familiarity of small things in daily life as I believe that life is made of little things. |
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Carlton Garden
It was a random Monday, the air slightly damp but fresh.The garden felt mystical somehow. Benches lined the
pathway, adding a quiet touch of everyday life.
Then, in the distance, you spotted bright little figures,
and as I walk closer, I heard the laughter of children run-
ning around the fountain. A couple sat together, appre-
ciating the view, while two grandmothers doing tai chi
completed the wholesomeness of the morning.
My fav part was the grandmothers.
TRAM 47
This painting is based on a photograph I took in Budapest in 2018, capturing Tram Line 47, a route I often rode during that time. The piece reflects a personal memory of living abroad at 16. I was living with a very lovely family, but you can still often get lonely when you are far from home.Riding the tram in Budapest is one of the memories that constantly comes back to me, as it always brought me peace, even in the hot summer or on cold winter nights. I couldn't help but think that my attraction to the tram might be from its distinctive bright yellow and burnt sienna color palette, which happens to be my favorite color combination since I was a kid.
SUMMER NIGHTS 2023
Home is where the heart is, and mine never left 3ASplendid Apartment in Ghent, where I studied for six
months in 2023.
It wasn’t where I grew up or something I owned, but it
was the first place I could truly call my own, the best
feeling in my 23 years. Life there was ordinary in the
sweetest way: sharing space, laughter, cooking,
reading, learning, working my first waitress job,
saving for my first Europe trip.
Those moments will never leave me. I arrived with no
expectations, but left knowing it would always be
home.
Do you know the feeling of yearning to be some-
where so much it aches? I do, every day. I long for the
nights in that living room, in my pajamas, with a bag of
puff Cheetos and a cup of coffee, laughing with my
closest people while the summer breeze drifts
through the big windows, framing my favorite view in
the world.
Our Family Dinner
Home is where the heart (and tummy) is.My family is Thai with a bit of Chinese heritage, so our dining table looked much like many others, with everyone sitting together and shared dishes placed in the center. Those meals have become my warmest memories of home. There was always a story and laughter to share, and our weekend meals were always filled with everyone's favorite dishes, cooked by my grandparents, who truly love cooking.
As I grew older, I started having meals with my partner's family and discovered another kind of family meal that felt both familiar and completely different. Their dining table is a round marble table with a lazy Susan in the center for sharing dishes. The first time I joined them, I was both excited and nervous. I simply waited for my partner to turn it, then helped myself to whichever dish stopped in front of me.
Over time, those meals became just as comforting as the ones I grew up with. Although we have different food traditions, it's the stories shared around the table and the people sitting together that make a meal at home feel so comforting. It made me realize that no meal could ever feel as warm as this. No matter how much we grow up or how far life takes us, in the end, it's the people and the meals waiting for us at home that we miss the most.
ครัวสีเขียว (Green Kitchen)
Since I was a kid, I always remember my grandma in the kitchen. She would always cook for our family, and those were the best meals I've ever had.When I was a kid, I didn't really like to eat, especially meat. My mom said I told her I didn't like to chew. So my grandma, afraid I'd be small and not healthy, would turn my meals into fun shapes, using dessert molds to make teddy bears, moons, stars, ducks, and more. She'd cut carrots into little pieces for eyes and mouths. It's a memory I wish I had on film. She's been my angel from day one, literally, from the day I was born.
She also loved to cook everyone’s favorites. When we went out and I said I liked something, she would always learn how to make it. She even chose plates to match the meal. I loved cold udon as a kid, and one day she made it for me and served it in a Japanese dish set.
She still cooks today, and her food is still my favorite. My all-time favorite is her chicken noodle soup with bitter melon. If I could eat only one thing for the rest of my life, it would be this dish from my grandma.
สวนของตาและยาย (Grandpa & Grandma's Garden)
I found myself walking through the garden with Grandma and I couldn’t help but think of Grandpa, his favorite spot, the way he used to sweep the grass and leaves, and how he’d sometimes climb trees to trim the branches himself, much to everyone’s alarm. Grandpa was incredibly active. He loved golfing, gardening, cooking, and catching up with friends. But in recent years, his health hasn’t been quite the same, and he’s had to slow down from all the things he used to enjoy. Being back in the garden with Grandma made me miss seeing Grandpa here. He was always somewhere around this corner, watching birds, admiring the plants, or quietly keeping an eye on me as I ran around. On good weather days, he’d spend hours switching between reading and strolling through the garden. He had a few favorite T-shirts, one of them a worn-in, light purple one that looked perfectly soft and comfortable. He usually paired it with his go-to cargo or plain shorts and a black leather belt, just like any grandpa with an active spirit would. If his health were still the same, I know he’d be out here every day, doing what he loved, tinkering, tending, never really sitting still.
หนำเฮงหลี (Nam Heng Li)
Nam Heng Li is a traditional coffee shop and breakfast spotthat has been around for nearly 80 years.
What first drew me in was the grandmothers who run the
place. At first, I hesitated to approach them, they seemed like
they didn’t want to be bothered. But when I stepped inside,
they were just as warm as all the other longtime shop owners
in the area.
This isn’t a trendy cafe or a popular hangout spot, so most of
their customers are elderly locals from the community. Now,
it’s become my go-to place whenever I’m in the area for boiled
eggs and Ceylon tea. And honestly, I just love old people.
They’re sincere, adorable, and everything here is homemade.
You won’t find tea and coffee at this price, still good, traditional,
and authentic, anywhere else in Bangkok.
The shop itself remains untouched by time. The look, the feel,
stepping inside is like traveling back to a quieter, simpler
morning.
กล้วยแขกแม่กิมล้ง ( Kluay Kaek Mae Gim Long )
Another spot for Kluay Kaek (fried banana). Every morning,you can see them peeling and prepping bananas for the day.
Like clockwork, they fry them up and sell them on the street.
I often sit at Come Home Cafe in the afternoon, and every day,
without fail, I see an uncle carrying five or six bags on his arm,
walking in front of the store, selling them to cars stuck in traffic.
I saw him once, then twice, and then every day, until I caught
myself unconsciously looking for him from time to time, from
morning until late afternoon.
It fascinates me how some people stay devoted to their small
shops for a lifetime, no matter how much the world changes.
Sometimes, when you see an old vendor, it feels like time
hasn’t moved at all. And for just a moment, you can pause, step
out of the chaos of life, and let your mind rest.
ตลาดนางเลิ้ง (Nangloeng Market)
I think most of us can agree on one thing, Thai markets are some of the most colorful, lively, and full of community spirit. Nang Loeng Market is no exception.This market has been a part of the community for generations, and without fail, traditional foods and desserts are still being sold just as they were decades ago. I’ve lived in Bangkok my whole life but rarely visit these markets. Yet every time I do, I’m still amazed by the local community and the kindness of the people in the Nang Loeng area.
This painting captures my first visit to Nang Loeng Market, where I saw just how diverse yet heartwarming this little corner of Bangkok truly is. Hopefully, this warmth will stay, continuing to tell the stories of the past for years to come.