Sun Hing

Opening the door to the old family village home, aunty unlocks history and brings it alive. Stories and memories are recalled as we move from room to room, object to object. Your grandma lived here, your great-grandfather made these to catch massive fish…

I had returned to the ancestral home of my mum’s parents, and it was over these 3 days that 3 worlds gathered to dine and laugh together. We had arrived from Hong Kong, a world of stability, in search of stories that linked us to the past. We were looked after by our relatives in Sun Hing, who living in a world sprinting into development, were creating the future. And we found distant relations, who were living in a world that was clearly the result of a complex political not so distant past.