Over the years, my mother developed a habit of hoarding and explained to me these objects were ‘once useful’ and hoped ‘to be used someday.’ As a daughter, I am always curious and confused, even puzzled. Until one day in 2016, my mother’s idea is realized by me – I rendered these objects to an invaluable work of art of her, of me, and between us. 

In ‘To Be Used Someday,’ I stole one hundred objects from my mother’s collection and made the objects useful – by re-purposing them into props in my photography. The work is a dialogue of my mother and I. During the creative process, I negotiate and interpret meanings of these objects, also the meanings of existence, with her.