Four months before Christmas, the sharp piercing sound of packaging tape once again takes over our entire living room. My mum still has about a third of a giant cardboard box left to cover, this current roll of tape nearing the end. Onto the next one. 

This is my story of how I chose a stereotypical career path befitting a Chinese daughter and ultimately left it behind to follow my true passion. 

We are a family exported from China. Made in China. A label seen on our hand-me-down clothes.

A cup between hands turns into an inverted dome of comfort composed of my grandmother’s compassion I taste the flavours that touched her palate Honeysuckle herbal tea

The first memory of taking three bows was at my grandfather’s funeral. A modern Chinese historian, he passed away the day after he wrote the last sentence of his final book. I was three years old at the time, and remember feeling…

My first name is Wing Yee 穎怡, which means "intelligence/creative" and "happiness" respectively. I feel that my name really suits my job as an artist now as I paint to spread joy and happiness.

When my sister and I were little, we grew up with different stories about our family and where we came from. We used to sit with Gung Gung, our mother’s father, on fold-out chairs in the corner of his…

Madelina Jacquinto was born into poverty in the Philippines. Her father was a carpenter and her mother had 12 babies. When the last was born with an ungrown tongue, Madelina left school, aged 12, and worked in a factory, wrapping thousands of sweet yellow carabao milk pastilles in loose rice paper parcels.

Years pass, I can’t see her clearly. The memories are further away. She is just a feeling now. My mother.

The spelling of my first name Jeffri is always commented on in the West and in the UK where I live, as no one has seen the phonetical spelling I have…

Nanny Shizue, also known as Obachan, once lived in a household goods shop in Kyoto, Japan.

Our grandmother was Thai. Because of our Punjabi side, we call her, nani (grandmother).

My baba wanted me to be a doctor. That's why he included 針 (meaning needle or stitch in Chinese) in my name.

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Like my grandmother’s bamboo woven fan

My grandfather was in the traditional Chinese opera. My childhood memories include times spent watching opera starring Yam Kim-fai and accompanying my mother to Outram Park in Singapore to practice and watch others perform

There is a dish that I no longer know how to find, and every time I think of it, my heart breaks a little bit.

I remember watching mum cook and my dad shrug at customers when they ordered the fried rice.

What began as a simple creative endeavour during the height of the pandemic became a trust exercise between partners Adam and Siu Kee exploring...

by Laura Yoshimoto Turpin (she/her)

One of the most dominant tastes of my childhood has always been the one of Japanese white rice—or as we call it gohan.