In 1999, my grandmother passed away.  She was ninety seven years old and suffered from Alzheimer for almost two decades.  During those dark years, she lost most of her memory, and eventually she was not able to recognize the entire family. I could not stop but wonder where the lost memory went.  It was my first significant moment to realize how fragile and precious the memory could be. 

In my work, I throw, cast and alter porcelain pieces and often reconstruct them with my own hair.  Altered porcelain bowls, in my mindscape, symbolize women in my family.  And the hair represents my attempt to treasure our lost dreams and fading memories.