about

bobby-rodriguezz-786110-unsplashThis work-in-progress, at its foundation, is a homage to my North American childhood, the Gen X to Y: a Canadian girl born from Chinese immigrants, a measured teabag regularly dipped into the hot water mixed with milk and sugar from the neighbouring cultures of American and British film,  art, music and literature.  How have you influenced my multicultural flavours and freedoms.

More to the point, though, the ideas for this work began when the politics of my city and the politics of America started going crazy a couple of years ago.  I began to examine my attraction and disillusionment with Hero figures throughout my life as well as the idea of my own Hero story.

Is it safe to say that the Hero figure in American, and Canadian, culture today is predominantly reserved for film, television and video games — in short, entertainment and diversion?  Or is she or he just hiding behind a healthy coat of cynicism?  I can admit it: I still believe that we can be heroes, even if all my heroes and I have failed miserably, and I still want to have heroes.  Some may say that hope begins with abandoning such idiocy so that we can get to work in the best way that our sorry asses can:  Stop people from killing and hurting each other.  End world poverty and hunger.   Learn from history — where what was ‘great’ can surely be better.

However, am I even able to keep myself from looking for heroes?  Have I been wired this way due to my Wild North West upbringing?

Who am I?

lillian y wong a.k.a. lyw