来,吃饭 (Come, eat)

day seven: heritage
is your grandmother giving you all her jade pieces, so she can buy one that’s greener than the one she’s got; is sharing recipes with no details – agar-agar* can already; is hearing about her childhood stories for the 57th time and it still amazes you; is one day inheriting her collection of her horse racing guide books that she keeps in 3-year cycles.

“Come, eat” is an invitation; mostly heard from parents and grandparents. Visiting them, you will always be met with “have you eaten?” Followed by, “come, eat.”

“Come, eat” is an environment; sweaty in a smoky hawker centre in the Singapore muggy evening, drinking Tiger beer with ice, you and your friends dig into dishes filled with chilli and spice.

“Come, eat” is a celebration; a dinner party in Australia sharing a slice of my home city, my comfort food, my childhood, enter with me into that safe and familiar place as a migrant.

“Come, eat” is a conversation; silence, chatter, laughter, all at once.

*agar-agar – to estimate

Performing at the Queensland College of Art, Griffith University as part of exist-ence, a live art festival curated by Rebecca Cunningham and Nicola Morton of exist ARI.

Sunday, 30 June 2013, 1-5pm.

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