Tidawhitney Lek
Marooned on Foreign Feelings
About the exhibition
Victoria Miro Projects is delighted to present Marooned on Foreign Feelings, an exhibition of new work by LA-based artist Tidawhitney Lek. This is the eighth project in an ongoing series of presentations by invited international artists on Vortic.
Tidawhitney Lek was born in 1992 in California, USA, where she currently lives and works.
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Editorials
Artist Text, Tidawhitney Lek: Marooned on Foreign Feelings
The Los Angeles Times, A Long Beach-born painter captures the surrealism of the Cambodian American experience
Author: Carolina A. Miranda Published: 09 Nov 2023International Examiner, Q&A: Tidawhitney Lek reflects on visual language and Cambodia America
Author: Danielle Khlaeng Published: 14 Apr 2024The Modern Art Notes Podcast, No. 681: Tidawhitney Lek
Published: 21 Nov 2024About the exhibition
Presented by
Victoria Miro Projects
Artist
Tidawhitney Lek
Dates
14 Feb - 31 Mar 2025
Victoria Miro Projects is delighted to present Marooned on Foreign Feelings, an exhibition of new work by LA-based artist Tidawhitney Lek. This is the eighth project in an ongoing series of presentations by invited international artists on Vortic.
Tidawhitney Lek’s paintings offer an intimate meditation on notions of memory, displacement and cultural identity. Drawing inspiration from her upbringing as a first-generation Cambodian American, her layered compositions seamlessly blend memory and reality. By combining personal narratives of her early childhood with broader themes of home and belonging, Lek invites viewers to engage with the complexities of selfhood, assimilation and storytelling. She views her works as realms in which ‘Identity seems like an endless journey of unravelling and reckoning across generational timelines and personal histories.’
Reflecting on her experience growing up, the artist notes, ‘Family stories were in pieces, scattered across a history that seemed out of reach, leaving me to wonder if I truly understood the essence of one’s roots. I suppose there was always a disconnect, that it was only the surface that I witnessed in others and myself, and what I could not see was the whole that had been.’
Seeking to explore beyond the surface, the dreamlike worlds in Lek’s paintings are inspired by myriad sources – photographs, some taken by the artist, of nearby beaches, local markets, familiar domestic interiors and the distant homeland of her parents – woven together and often set against the backdrop of a southern California sunset. The paintings on view employ a combination of techniques. The use of acrylic paint in thin watercolour-like washes seems to recede from the viewer and is juxtaposed by the opacity of oil paint, pastel, and glitter in the foreground of her scenes.
Lek deconstructs, examines and reshapes her sense of self, navigating the tension between her family’s past and her present. Her work reflects on how inherited histories are reinterpreted, altered, or even lost through adaptation. As she describes, ‘In the end, I’ve been marooned, left to face the definite yet unfamiliar landscape of assimilation.’
A new painting, Made in Cambodia, 2024 by Lek will be included in the ‘Galleries Together’ for LA Arts Community Fire Relief Fund initiative at Frieze Los Angeles.
Audio clips, which can be listened to while navigating the virtual exhibition, have been taken from Lek's personal recordings and family videos.
Tidawhitney Lek
Tidawhitney Lek was born in Long Beach, California, USA in 1992. She completed her BFA at California State University, Long Beach in 2017.
Solo exhibitions include Living Spaces, Long Beach Museum of Art, California, USA (2023); My Walk, Taymour Grahne Projects, London, UK (2022); House Hold, Sow & Tailor, Los Angeles, USA (2022); and Reminiscing, Taymour Grahne Projects, London, UK (2021). Two-person exhibitions include What Will You Give?, Sidecar Gallery, Los Angeles, USA (2024) and Cultural Undertow, Luna Anaïs Gallery, Los Angeles, USA (2021). Group exhibitions include Prospect 2024, Museum of Contemporary Art San Diego, USA (2024); Spirit House, Cantor Arts Center, Stanford University, Stanford, California, USA (2024); The First Taste, Anat Ebgi, New York, USA (2024); Cross Currents, Micki Meng, San Francisco, USA (2024); Made in L.A., Hammer Museum, Los Angeles, USA (2023); Ghost of Empires II, Ben Brown Fine Arts, London, UK (2022); Loveline, Long Beach Museum of Art, California, USA (2021); and Fire Figure Fantasy, ICA Miami, Florida, USA (2021).
Lek’s work is in institutional collections including the Whitney Museum of American Art, New York, USA; Museum of Contemporary Art San Diego, USA; Los Angeles County Museum of Art, USA; K11 Art Foundation, Hong Kong; Pérez Art Museum Miami, Florida, USA; East West Bank Collection, Pasadena, California, USA; Columbus Museum of Art, Ohio, USA; and ICA Miami, Florida, USA.
Tidawhitney Lek
About the artist
Born in 1992 in California, USA. Lives and works in California, USA.
Tidawhitney Lek was born in Long Beach, California, USA in 1992. She completed her BFA at California State University, Long Beach in 2017.
Solo exhibitions include Living Spaces, Long Beach Museum of Art, California, USA (2023); My Walk, Taymour Grahne Projects, London, UK (2022); House Hold, Sow & Tailor, Los Angeles, USA (2022); and Reminiscing, Taymour Grahne Projects, London, UK (2021). Two-person exhibitions include What Will You Give?, Sidecar Gallery, Los Angeles, USA (2024) and Cultural Undertow, Luna Anaïs Gallery, Los Angeles, USA (2021). Group exhibitions include Prospect 2024, Museum of Contemporary Art San Diego, USA (2024); Spirit House, Cantor Arts Center, Stanford University, Stanford, California, USA (2024); The First Taste, Anat Ebgi, New York, USA (2024); Cross Currents, Micki Meng, San Francisco, USA (2024); Made in L.A., Hammer Museum, Los Angeles, USA (2023); Ghost of Empires II, Ben Brown Fine Arts, London, UK (2022); Loveline, Long Beach Museum of Art, California, USA (2021); and Fire Figure Fantasy, ICA Miami, Florida, USA (2021).
Lek’s work is in institutional collections including the Whitney Museum of American Art, New York, USA; Museum of Contemporary Art San Diego, USA; Los Angeles County Museum of Art, USA; K11 Art Foundation, Hong Kong; Pérez Art Museum Miami, Florida, USA; East West Bank Collection, Pasadena, California, USA; Columbus Museum of Art, Ohio, USA; and ICA Miami, Florida, USA.
Works presented in Tidawhitney Lek...
Tidawhitney LekDeja Vu at Riverside Market, 2024
Tidawhitney LekWhat is that?, 2025
Tidawhitney LekKids, 2025
Tidawhitney LekMade in Cambodia, 2024
Tidawhitney LekCeremony, 2025
Tidawhitney LekSolace Sisters, 2024
Tidawhitney LekBless the Young, 2024
Tidawhitney LekBy the Bluffs, 2024
Tidawhitney LekFreeman St, 2024
I was thinking about how much I still need my mom to hold me and how important that is to me. I will never let that go – this care between one woman and another. When I’m at my lowest, overwhelmed by uncontrollable feelings, my mother, her lap and arms, are among the few places that can calm me down. Then I thought about my sisters. I have three (older) Bong Srey. I thought it would be nice for them to hold each other, like how my mom does for me. To note, my mother rarely gave her loving affection to all of us. Her struggles kept her from spending that kind of time with us. There was a lot of miscommunication growing up, but we all understood she was our caring mother. So with that said, between us sisters, showing affection was also rare.
I had asked my sisters and my mom to pose for my work, that I would like to paint a composition in relation to mom, but in the end what I captured was the relationship between my sisters. I had them wear the Khmer garment that our mother had gotten tailored for us and used my parents’ backyard as the setting. I had each sister, one at a time, rest her head on our mother’s lap, sitting on the straw mat while mother sat upright on a bench. Each one exhaled in comfort, eyes closing, and energy humming as I took all the photo references I needed. One sister even said, ‘This feels so nice.’ Once that was done, I had them do the same with each other. My sisters used to be so close, but as we got older, it became harder for some reason. I blame miscommunication. No doubt that these two love each other, the ones in the painting. They’ve never left each other's side for their entire lives. And what I painted was how it was, the relationship still between the two. Bong Vann, in the blue, is the elder, and she is very much like my mom, while Bong Dah sits in consolation, a need we all share. I have another Bong Srey I would have loved to capture with the others, but the tension between them remains, and I could not convince her to join this experience of solace.
It was Cambodian New Year, and my mom had requested a monk to come bless our family. It’s not often I see all my siblings gathered in one place at once. We all pay our respects, taking cue from our mother and auntie while they chant along and bow several times throughout the hymn. When all is done, everyone is sprinkled with blessed water and the monk ties a red string around each of the family member’s wrists, enchanted with protection and good fortune. In this painting, one of my elder sisters is holding her youngest. She’s holding her daughter firmly, cupping her hand into her palm as the monk uses a lighter to burn off the ends of the string.
Within the picture plane, this portal suggests the dimension of space on a flat surface. This painting began with a composite image of a temple from Cambodia. The doorway acts as a threshold bringing together different perspectives of places and times of the day. I merged the temple’s facade into the coastal sidewalks of Long Beach, using the sky, domesticated plants, and the surrounding man-made structures to bring the settings together. Ascending, a woman emerges into view, her attention focused on something out of sight from the viewer. Another figure is depicted outside the frame made present through a casted shadow which contrasts with the lighting. In the foreground, there’s a plate of fruit along with a bowl of rice grains with three sticks of incense in it – a gesture to a practice my mom continues to exercise from her religion of Buddhism.
This circuit breaker panel caught my attention when I was getting a tour of a new studio space at Munzón Gallery. Elizabeth Munzón, the founder of the gallery and a peer of mine from college, had just renovated a new spot out in Cambodia Town. The panel was covered in stickers, its edges layered in coated paint. These words stood out boldly: ‘MADE IN CAMBODIA’. I quickly took a photo of it.
I incorporated that image into a domestic setting, creating a scene set between exterior and interior spaces. I painted my mother’s mantel shelf and the trinkets on it. I’ve been wanting to paint these objects for a while now and saw a collection of items that I found fitting with the phrase ‘MADE IN CAMBODIA’ – a culmination of ideas and thoughts projected into these objects.
Freeman Street is where my first home was. It’s where it all began for me and my siblings. Home wasn’t far from the coastline, just a 10-minute drive to the bluffs. When my elders talk about those days, they remind me what it really was like. Our neighbourhood was notorious for gangs during the 80s and 90s. I didn’t know, I was little then. Not too long ago, my parents met my partner’s parents for the first time, and they chatted. My mom mentioned that we lived on Freeman Street and they responded, ‘That was a dangerous block.’ When I heard my partner’s mom say that, it was another affirmation for me. I grew up on Freeman Street in the ghettos of Long Beach, California.
Painting stickered signs is a motif or trope that I use often in my work. It’s a nod towards a subculture that thrives off of taking up space in this particular way. It points to a rebellious act with a play of notoriety in public spaces, like graffiti tagging. This particular ‘no left turn’ sign is located in the Arts District of Downtown Los Angeles. I was walking back to my car after finishing lunch when I saw it. Another nice one to paint, I thought. Won’t be the same tomorrow.
This is a family photograph of my eldest brother and sister as children. I was thinking about how much time has passed and how tiny they used to be. Now there’s a second generation here – my sister’s babies are fully grown and are young adults attending college now. My sister and brother can hardly remember these childhood days.
My family has been asking me lately if I plan to get married to my partner. My parents have seven kids and we’re all in our 30s and 40s now. None of us have wed in a traditional Khmer ceremony. Our mother has told us indirectly that she would like to see at least one of us celebrate it before she passes. I didn’t really care growing up in America, though. The idea of marriage just seemed like a play on commitment followed by divorce. For my mother, marriage was a sense of security for a woman. She was constantly pressing my older siblings to have an arranged marriage with someone back in her home country. All her plans failed, even when one sibling said yes. I wanted to wait until I truly found the one. She hated boyfriends – she thought of it as a tainted act. It hurt to know she felt that way, but I think she gets it now. I grew up with the liberty to choose who could be my forever partner, and I think I finally found him.
Sometimes when I think of the past, I like to look back at old family photo albums. I have lots of siblings and we don’t really spend much time together. I have three older sisters and tend to call me and my little brother the second batch. I watched my sisters grow through adolescence and into young women, then young mothers. I wanted so badly to join in on whatever they were doing. I watched them try on new clothes my mother bought for them, put on makeup, do their hair, use cell phones and so on. I could never join them – I was always too young. Too young to join in on the conversations, too young to come along, too young to play with. I wonder often, what were they like, really? Now that we are older, I can ask them.
This is a triptych painting of a local Asian market out in Cambodia Town, Long Beach where I’m from. I was processing the events of civil unrest that took place in my community during the COVID-19 pandemic. It was Spring 2020 and the virus had abruptly halted much of the world. The unrest grew in America and soon it took hold of neighbourhoods and cities across the country. The awareness of such occurrences triggered and sparked conversations about historical past events that had swallowed societies into chaos. This painting was another look into a profound understanding of that truth.
I referenced one facade of a store front and juxtaposed it with other interior spaces. I selected a few photos I had taken on my phone to build this composition. I was pondering the idea of civil unrest, drawing parallel between the historical events of a past generation and the recent events of 2020.
