The Grief Series raise questions as to how is one able to voice the authentic self when the codes of behaviour and etiquette are unknowable? How is it really possible to know another human being? And where does my grief lie in all of this. Stitching sorrow into flesh and The wall of grief, are works where I ruminate on my grief and ambivalence surrounding the death of a close Chinese friend and colleague. My use of stitch, cloth, limited colour palette and negative space, come together to depict my internalised struggle as a non-Chinese woman working in Shanghai. A woman ensnared in a dilemma of reconciling the inner alienation and isolation felt, when Chinese socio/cultural codes and moral values appear ambiguous or impenetrable. A psychological mind fog, where there is little knowledge or personal experience of how to express or share grief in a form that can be mutually understood. Stitching into the void, narrates my journey of grief: beginning with a sense of deep loss and then journeying through an ever changing feeling landscape. Here I sit with emotions I do not fully understand, until finally reaching a transformative stage, where there is still sadness but also acceptance. A coming-into-knowing that this is part of my spiritual journey and emotional growth.
A foreigner’s grief
A gathering of yellow and white emperors
lean into the blackest of walls.
Majestic heads slump, reduced by their solemn cargo.
Once proud they weep petals of words.
A noble spillage of feeling, relationship, commiseration.
Making a bed of love and love unspoken.
Foreigner alone without mask.
Voiceless the silence breaks.
She sees the fusion of calligraphic curves,
elegantly formed by Mandarin fingers.
Her handwriting in its clumsiness.
The lack of grace as it lies singularly exposed
against the emperors fine clothes.
Here in the Forbidden City.
In death.
She has nowhere to hide.