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      Letters to 
      My Father




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      Letters to My Father, 2019 - On-going
      Series of 6 drawings
      Pen, pencil and colour pencil on edible rice papers pressed in glass      Each sheet 22 x 22 cm

      In life, there are ironic cases where people who love each other enduringly fail to communicate verbally no matter how much they try, due to various unnamed reasons. 

      For me, one of those people is my father, who has had a great influence on my life. My father is a ceramic sculptor, born in the pottery village Giang Cao (Bát Tràng) beside the Red River. Despite us both practising art, my father never wanted me to pursue this path. Partly because he was born and struggled from poverty, he always stressed that "this profession is especially tough for women" and “poets shall not take earning daily bread lightly”(*); partly because of our generation gap that lead to numeral conflicts and disagreements between us. Over time, I realized that my father's pressures stem from his unrelenting love and concern for me. Although we rarely exchange words, there have always been silent conversations between us, and unconscious reflections between our practices.

      I chose the material of rice paper that is sturdy, brittle and fragile when dry, yet flexible and malleable when in contact with water, just like clay - the material that has great significance to both of us. I use rice paper rolls as tracing paper, to unearth our father-daughter relationship through fragments of family history. An attempt to retrace, yet it is also an act of seemingly blurring our conflicts through these translucent, obscure layers of rice sheets. 

      Additionally, these featured some details from Henri Oger's illustrations of life in Vietnam during the French colonial period. Because at the beginning of his career, my father used to trace these historical illustration then reconstructed and signed under my name. This process of unearthing our relationship also leads me to unlearn about my connection with family, homeland and with life.


      (*) This was a rough translation of a line from Xuân Diệu's poem that my father always quoted during my adolescent years. 

      Exhibition view photography
      Ngan Nguyen 
      Le Ton Bao Chau  






      Exhibition view - Dogma Prize group exhibition Assemblage: me, my story & I - Ho Chi Minh City.


      Letters to My Father      , 2023
      Site-specific installation with nylon threads and pen on edible rice papers       Dimensions variable