Time of Seeds

I travelled to Cuba, a land of sensual sunlight. 100 years ago Koreans immigrated to Cuba looking for the land of milk and honey. However, is it still possible to find a similar place in the current Socialist Cuba? Or, is it crumbling away by the wave of Neo-Liberalism, like old buildings falling under the weight of time? During my interviews I met a boy with especially radiant eyes and fell in love with him. I brought him with me to the other side of the world. My frizzy haired dark skinned boyfriend who has never left Cuba, is now treated like a goblin who must find salvation and be resurrected in Korea.

Lettuce seeds from an elderly neighbor take root in a city planter, growing across generations. This sight evokes memories: the neighbor's yard, her cat, the sound of her footsteps, and her hands, which, like a village craftsperson, cared for all surrounding life. A physical pain that began back then brings a new awareness of the body's inner entanglements and the invisible ripples left by the world’s countless grandmothers.