fine artist + tattooist
sydney based
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bring this to auntie
to never really truly know, to never really truly see the face of what we bury
chopsticks and spoons fall to the beat of temple drums
when will we next see this warm place
my memories were made 20 years ago in the hands and feet of my mum
In a distant land...
thank you!
The unseen casualties
2024
2023
2022
2022
2022
2022
2020
2018
Translation:
‘Mum is almost always cooking 3 different dishes at the same time. She creates a mess and I get angry at the mess in the kitchen and go “argh why is there water on the floor” and then wipe up the water with the old t-shirt on the ground.’
‘My parents sold fruits and veggies for most of their life. First, it was at a market and then at a store. Me and my sister grew up in these fruit stores. We would play amongst the foam boxes and take rides in the forklift with Dad, watching as my mum’s white gloves turned yellow from touching the fruit.
At home, we played in the backyard, next to the big orange tree until it was dark and we had to run away from the mosquitoes. By then, mums made dinner and we eat and wait until we can have orange juice. Mum stabs an orange with a straw, and we have one each.’
‘Thank you (lots of love)’