Taipei

2023

Thread, cotton fabric, printed photographs

A map is not just a map, but a language that you and I speak and read differently. Coming from 8,473 miles, the imagery of home never changed, and will never. I believe everyone has their own street, road, and even subway lines that they always take on the way home, to school/work, or just for a walk. Those paths are something personal, and only we know that–familiar with the scene, the sound, even the smell–we connect to them even if it is not an “actual map” that has all kinds of indications/annotations.