NICKY CHUE

Watercolour, paper, ink

I feel nature in my bones. 

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I want to tug at my roots and draw from the ground just one tale of my ancestors' lives.

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but my lap is empty.

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I do not know where I come from.

it is a geographical fact that my people were robbed of our histories. all the lore we have preserved despite this

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 is a gift.

the dead have no stories to tell me.

so I will write my own.