Mum said:

I am collecting / recording the stories that my mother always told me during causal conversation. The conversation started at the moments when we were going to the temple for worshiping the Buddhas; when we were drinking a pot of Jasmine tea in the Tea house; when the adverts were on the TV; when she called me from ​9,606 km... I recorded all those stories into my mind. They always come through some "kicks" from the present shots. The scene from a story about her getting punished because she overturned the peanut oil appeared in my mind when I was cooking, As if I was at that moment and smell the peanut oil and felt the pain from the rattan stick hit on the body. They are not the real memories, at least, not suppose being real in my mind. I added my imaginations and my emotions into the stories, it is my only ways to get into her life before I was born (or some moments without me). it is also another way to get the connection with her apart from the same blood. 

​A piece of wall, a pot of green
Oil on canvas
​76(H) x 110(W)

I find a lot of points that describe how ridiculous being a woman is in the society from her stories. Since her childhood in 50's, her teenage years, the first step to the social life, her marriage, to being a mother. she suffered by being restrict from others in the different identities and labels. Inequality, betrayal, violence and objectification are always the words relevant to part of her stories.

​Mother had a tea table
Mixed media on rice paper
​Variable size

Mop and bucket
Oil on canvas
28(H) x 36(W)

Wooden house, Metal home
Oil on canvas
24(H) x 46(W)