My mother came back after 10 years. I greeted my mother while reciting her absence to myself. After being used to seeing my sister alone, I got to observe the relationship between her and my mother. The two people who had the same role as a “mom” in my life.
Resentment coexisted in their empty space and silent affection was in the gap between them. Following the trajectory left on the face and the body, my work makes their gap clearer. This is a story about the process of adjusting, not the part about going towards each other.
