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Art saved me . . . It allowed me to understand that I’d been stuffing myself into a box built by oppressive ‘shoulds’ imposed by the internalisation of the many conflicting voices around me
In an autumn downpour I arrive at the Annandale studio of Susie Choi. The rain seems to rattle the bones of the old warehouse space, which is shared with fellow artists Glenn Barkley and Mechelle Bounpraseuth. Choi is painting colourful stripes on a large ceramic form which, she tells me, will hang from the ceiling; a first for her. Behind us a shelving unit holds countless porcelain cubes and spheres—the vertebrae of soon-to-be sculptures.
A child of the Korean diaspora, Choi grew up in Western Sydney. Her parents migrated to Australia in the 1970s and founded a