Knitted Umbilical Cord
This piece explores my relationship with my mother. We are the last two members of our household. Nancy, my mother, came from Korea to America in the early 80’s and married my father. During their marriage, he did not allow her to work and when he left, she was lost. In time, she found companionship and acceptance at a Korean denomination of Calvary Hosanna Church. And here, I was raised in from the 5th grade through high school. Church was an integral part of my life until I announced my homosexuality and was kicked off the worship team. Our bond was broken. During my four years away at college, my once remedial Korean dissipated, and as mother could not speak English, we drifted further apart.
This piece hoped to re-establish a bond with my mother. I was born 30 days prematurely, so I planned to get reconnected to her for that duration of time with a 56ft knitted umbilical cord. This piece became a catalyst that forced us to share our separate lives.
In the end we both came to understand each other, in more than a mother and son perspective, but as humans, and the fragility in us all. As we drew much closer due to this project, we learned that disappointment is innate in any relationship; even mother and son.