Nichakorn (Minnie) Masunthasuwan is an interdisciplinary visual artist, illustrator, and experimental animator from Bangkok, Thailand, currently based in New York City. She creates surreal “small worlds” that blur the boundaries between animation, illustration, painting, ceramics, and comics. Through image-making, she unpacks predefined aesthetic experiences and explores how nostalgia and belonging are shaped in a digitized culture.Drawing from archives, film, personal writing, and poetry in the digital age, her work treats video and animation as spaces for quiet intimacy — brief glimpses into the lives of the spoken and the unspoken: doors that are made for passing, leftover chairs long after dinner, mirrors that no longer work their reflections, discarded hearts trapped in a drowsy spiral.Shaped by her own life growing up between cultures, her practice traces the fragile seams of translation and identity, opening quiet spaces for reflection and intimacy in an age of disconnection.

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Biru

Reimagined Illustration for artist Sheena Ringo's 25th Anniversary Tour "Sheena Ringo & The Others Know: Impermanence"

Biru

Biru

An animation about the codependent relationship between spikehead and typhoon, two lost beings with a hole in their body, who is trying to fill the hollowness in their body with each others’ existence. They live in a surreal world that no one else can touch, trying to find beauty in each other, before cracking._Can I tell you a secret? This hole exists inside my body, a deeply translucent hole, devoid of any emotion, eating away at everything, crying at everything, a precondition of something, but of what I cannot understand. You had a similar fate as me, a huge xxx mouth. You tried to sing, so helplessly and pathetically you threw yourself into the light, not knowing how to speak.A hole that cannot see, a hole that will not be seen. Yet it always exists, staring at me, waiting for the meeting, the opening. I couldn't let it go, where everyone plays pretends, and bathes in their masks of lies, I couldn't let it be forgotten, those images infused into my memory, the hurt that cannot lie. You understand it, don't you? Like you, I too was also looking for a place where sadness could be forgiven.That you tried to make me laugh,
Saying my hole was made to laugh1/?-- two hollow humans
spikehead & typhoon

A girl spends everyday in an abandoned school building, trapped in their past, looking towards the outside. The ghostly air, which seems friendly at first, seems to nudge her closer and closer to the end, whispering signs of distant violent pasts that still linger as she breathes. In this everyday relapse of normality, she grows attachment to dreams of a beautiful, androgenous animal-like human.-- No Entry Voice

View from a Windowsill

Kobe Illumination Festival Poster

Sleepy..

Lovesick Robots

Shadow Puppet Family

Centrifugal

Waiting Room

Dancin'

Legs

Gasp!

Noise About You

Anniversary

Autorefractor Test Simulator

Remote TV

Face Blindness

I Made My Mum Cry

A series of mixed media paintings revisiting a time I made my mum cry. The sadness in her eyes, the darkness of her pupils, the droopy tears, bleeds into my eyes to this day. At that point, it felt as though the black void of her eyes had fallen from her face and splattered on the ground, and I am left with the haunting image of a black goob all over the floor. That massive sense of guilt, shame, and melancholy leaves only for me to tell myself: “look at the mess you made’”.

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