Over the past year, pain has revealed itself in stark and unrelenting forms—steady, naked, and unyielding. I witnessed my mom's departure from afar, carrying a deep void inside. I still search for here in the spaces between light and darkness, in the flicker of a candle, in the whisper of the wind. My body, deformed by grief, bears the unbearable weight of her absence—a silent battleground, a fierce struggle for survival. My words all fled, and my emotions ravaged my body. I felt the soreness of open wounds all over my body—sharp and dull.  

 

"My Body, My Story" began as my mom embarked on her journey to fight a relentless invader that ruthlessly attacked her body from within. My body transformed into hers, experiencing all the pain she endured, though I was far from her.

 

"My Body, My Story" is a tribute to my mother, whose brave fight against cancer never wavered, teaching me the true value of resilience. In this series, my body transforms into a canvas, expressing untold stories and unveiling hidden wounds to visualize resistance and resilience in the face of pain.