I come from weavers. Silk-weavers on my mother’s side, through her grandfather who ran a silk farm, from which my grandmother learned her livelihood as a weaver and a seamstress before it was nationalized. Story weavers on my father’s side, whose legacy was destroyed and remade, when his great-grandmother was purged, his ancestral home confiscated and his oldest brother jailed as a counter-revolutionary. In my way, I carry on my parents’ families’ tradition, through cyclical de/constructions, recurring motifs and conceptual elements and tell stories of socio-cultural un/realities through my art.
My work explores layers, of artistic media, and of meanings. They investigate identity through ephemera, and signs and symbols of contemporary society, traditions and religions. Through the process of repetition, by selectively obscuring and revealing, I draw attention to things we encounter each day without seeing. Within each layer is a truth, documenting human bondage, our interrelatedness, and the savage beauty resulted from our endless, hopeful quest for immortality and perfection.