Intimate with the sound of my own pain

Learning from bell hooks, my same-race relationship, passions, and art

A studio still life — experimenting in creating a piece on bodily violence

hooks: “Having been involved in relationships with white partners we could both see the differences it made when we were two bright black folks together… It was evident to us that our bonding was seen as political, some aberrant admiration of blackness in a world where so many folks just assumed that the goal of our lives was to assimilate into the white mainstream as smoothly and as swiftly as possible. Having white partners was one way to make that transition.” (74)

Anger, grief, and sadness have all simmered in me, even before I knew of or understood their presence.

“They listen to me but they don’t hear. They don’t have to hear. This is what it means to be among the colonizers, you don’t have to listen to what the colonized have to say, especially if their ideas come from experience and not from books.” (98)

I am constantly reminded of how the skin I am in disturbs the interactions I have.

Language is a body of suffering and when you take up language you take up suffering too…. Words have been the source of pain and the way to heal. (208)

“I wanted to give public testimony about this gesture of support because I believed it was important to give concrete examples of men supporting the feminist movement… His suggestion was a gift I cherished and took to heart.” (xv)

Chinese-Canadian visual artist, flâneuse, daughter of a diaspora | The intricacies of identity and being, over and over | clareyow.com