A ritual opens up a narrative of a complex mother-daughter relationship. Questioning the role of culture and the influence it has on identity is the catalyst that created a bond in a constant flux of confusion and clarity, ease and frustration.
The process of damaging and interfering with the family photographs was a way to explore the intricacy of our relationship. I am leaving behind the ritual and chase the possibility of hope for a closer relationship to her.
its creaking doors. In there, I see a pile of family photo albums and one by
one I flick through the pages to find my memories. I look and I feel a mixture of
emotions triggered by these inaccessible memories, yet they emit a sense of
This ritual initiates thoughts about my family relationships and how
disconnected they are. Being born into the British culture, I rejected my heritage
by refusing to go to Chinese school and the differences between our cultures
have instilled and defined our identities. This has subsequently damaged
my relationship with my mother. My mother and I are in a constant flux of
confusion and clarity, ease and frustration, as our conversations are limited to
what our vocabulary allows.
I have used the family archives, our memories and photography, as a way to
explore the intricacy of our relationship. The damage and interferences I caused
creating these images reflect the choices that have led our relationship to its
This book is a re-interpretation of a cycle that is this on-going ritual and
more importantly, it symbolises the process of making amends and offering
the possibility of hope for the closer relationship that I have always wanted.
- Fung Yee Tsang