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Canto Cutie - Volume 2

Curated by Katherine Leung Edited by G and Tsz Kam Artist Features Annika Cheng | New York, USA Kaitlin Chan | Hong Kong Crystal Lee | Hong Kong Photography Jasmine Li | Boston, USA Nat Loos | Perth, Australia Cehryl | Hong Kong Artwork Winnie Chan | Hong Kong Marissa De Sandoli | Vancouver, Canada Jasmine Hui | Seattle, USA Irene Kwan| Houston, USA Karen Kar Yen Law | Toronto, Canada Ying Li | Melbourne, Australia Charlotte | Hong Kong saamsyu | Hong Kong Writing Arron Luo | Atlanta, USA Bianca Ng | New Jersey, USA Kristie Song | Irvine, USA Ruo Wei | Hong Kong Clovis Wong | Redmond, USA Poetry Raymond Chong | Sugarland, USA Karen Leong | Sydney, Australia KR

Curated by Katherine Leung

Edited by G and Tsz Kam

Artist Features
Annika Cheng | New York, USA
Kaitlin Chan | Hong Kong
Crystal Lee | Hong Kong

Photography
Jasmine Li | Boston, USA
Nat Loos | Perth, Australia
Cehryl | Hong Kong

Artwork
Winnie Chan | Hong Kong
Marissa De Sandoli | Vancouver, Canada
Jasmine Hui | Seattle, USA
Irene Kwan| Houston, USA
Karen Kar Yen Law | Toronto, Canada
Ying Li | Melbourne, Australia
Charlotte | Hong Kong
saamsyu | Hong Kong

Writing
Arron Luo | Atlanta, USA
Bianca Ng | New Jersey, USA
Kristie Song | Irvine, USA
Ruo Wei | Hong Kong
Clovis Wong | Redmond, USA

Poetry
Raymond Chong | Sugarland, USA
Karen Leong | Sydney, Australia
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To this day, the sound of Cantonese

music puts me at ease, even though I

barely speak the language. But hearing

the rising and falling tones brings close

to a warm part of my childhood.

When I was young, not yet in grade

school, I had a hard time falling asleep

by myself. My parents recognized I was a

creature of ritual. My dad would sit close

and would play Cantopop as I fell asleep.

One day, he turned on some music to

listen to during the day, just for himself.

But I told him that I wasn't ready to

sleep yet.

-

"Transgenerational trauma," my

professor said during our seminar. We

were discussing Lacanian

psychoanalysis, and the displacement of

trauma through unspoken linguistic

signs. The idea is that trauma is

transmitted through generations by

overdetermining the language that the

parent uses to talk to the child, the child

to grandchild, and so on. A lifetime of

scars is tucked into the limits of our

speech.

What an abyss it must be for a

grandparent and a grandchild to not

even share a common language. What

kind of trauma is belied by the fact that

everything goes unspoken?

I grew up reading through my Je Je's

comic books. Wong Si Ma () was a

famous cartoonist in Hong Kong and his

characters are still remembered

fondly. The first time I read them they

gripped my imagination. Over time, I

realized that those cartoons carried the

same sense of humor that my father had

taught me, the same love for puns and

physical comedy and light-hearted

pranks.

Wong Si Ma had time for everyone in his

life, but not enough time for his family

before he passed away.

-

Even though I'm not religious, Hong

Kong for me is a site of pilgrimage. So

much of my diasporic experience is tied

to a homeland that exists more in

stories than it does in world.

I feel regret, as if I have failed in a duty,

by not properly learning the language.

But I suppose now is as good a time as

any to start.

-

In the summer of 2019, the people of

Hong Kong protested against the

Extradition Law. The law would formally

permit the extra-legal disappearances

the Chinese state was already

committing (albeit covertly) to

eliminate political dissidents without

trial. It was a successor to the Fishball

Revolution, the Umbrella Revolution,

the 2013 Hong Kong dock strike, the 1967

Riots, and many other examples of

direct political action. The people of

Hong Kong have a long history of

fighting against state power and

showing that profit can never be

allowed to take precedence over human

life. I need to be careful not to impose

my own dreams and political desires

onto these people who look so much like

me an ocean away. But I send them my

well wishes. I hope that all people, in

Hong Kong and around the world, will

be able to live in a self-determined way

and heal from the traumas of

imperialism.

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