Updated: Sep 12
I grew up in a Chinese village in the 1980s. making is what my mum always did. Like all the other women in the village, she learnt how to turn the humblest materials into something useful.
It was a skill, a necessity.
Decades later, I crossed the ocean, living in another part of the world. Yet I miss the village life, circled around skill, craft, and material intelligence.
So here I am - decades later after my village was demolished ( in order for a power station to be built), I become a ceramic maker, turning clay, one of the oldest, humbles materials, into something useful.
Like my mum, I want to create something useful; I also want to embody my passion for arts, life, and ideas into my work.
With the demolishment of my parents' village and economic advancement in China, my mum and the women in the village no longer make things. So I use my work to tell stories about my mum, those women in in my village, and my own journey in life.
above: my village home gate before it was demolished in 2017
right: a bud vase with wild flower