A poetic experimental short weaving VHS analogue textures, prism-distorted double images, and a shifting palette of deep blues to warm yellows, this film is an intimate meditation on motherhood, memory, and identity.
At its core is a poem written by the director on her phone in the aftermath of new motherhood during the isolation of the pandemic. The poem is reimagined here as a moving image work performed by pregnant actor Rosie Wu for her unborn child. Through fractured visuals and layered sound, the film explores the “banality” and poetry of everyday life, and the emotional terrain of early parenthood. Reflecting on cultural identity, migration, and the complexity of raising a child with multiple inheritances, the film is an attempt to speak to our children as they arrive—and to understand ourselves in the process.