ART IS MADE TO BE NEEDED,
AND NEEDED TO BE MADE

I wish I could express love easily from a distance but, unfortunately, I struggle enough with showing love close up. This year I fell in love with my brand new nephew. Not long afterwards my Nai-nai (chinese grandmother) also died. The geographical distance has never seemed greater than now. 

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Kandinsky says art is an outward expression of an inner meaning. In isolation I was challenged to look to my art to help me process the nameless immensity of what I was feeling. Over the years I have collected recordings, poems, and memories of my family. The collection has been growing in hopes to preserve their stories, honoring them in some small way. 

But this act of love and honoring occurs just in the private space of my heart. I was curious  in putting these materials in the public space. The processes you see below are my expressions of feeling. It shows a slow and shifting practice towards synthesizing my grief, my love. I collect from the past to feel in the present. I am exploring the expression of love by telling the stories of others.