Artist Statement:
Third culture grief is something that is not a feeling that is prevalently identified. Because those who do experience this, don’t generally give it a voice due to the sensitivity of the topic – it touches some soft spots in someone’s life.
But for me, I just want to give this unspoken grief a voice.
We all identify sadness as a blueish feeling, and identify love as this warm reddish bubble- yet when someone mentions third culture grief, people might not even know what it is. And I am here to tell you that it is a facet of blue which is held on the cusp of yellow and outlined by vague black lines distorting images which would’ve otherwise been sharp.
Some of you might not know how it feels like. And that is okay, I am here to show you.
I took these three particular film photographs with my friend: Michele Lin. Showcasing how Third Culture Grief visually seems. As a part of being a human, before we understand a concept, there needs to be a sense of visual guidance. And this is the way I am presenting the idea of Third Culture Grief.
The images look as though they are snapshots from a lucid dream. There is a melancholic warmness to these photographs which I think is a vital atmosphere I intended the stills to have.
And after moving from Bali to New York, I realized that I find the sense of home in people. And that where my house is located doesn’t matter, because it really is the love and shoulders of your beloved ones that matter. At the same time, of course, I understand that for some people, home is a gathering place for all family members to come together- a sense of community. However, take the house away, no matter where you are, they are the ones which make the place feels like home.
