Hong Kong artist Abby Lee’s first solo exhibit at a|n gallery in Central articulates the existential condition of urban life in Hong Kong
growing up
Putting My Son to Bed
There are moments so sacred that I can only share them in a poem. When I am reading tomy son in his rocking chair. Curious George and Sesame Street. Or when he begins to suck his wrist, that thing which sootheshim best. That’s when I know heis ready. Opening his arms into mine. I cradle him. He is getting too big to […]