0 1My best piece of creative work before coming into this course
"The migrant identity is one that is undergoing a constant state of liminality - 'the transitional phase of a rite of passage, during which the participant lacks a defined social status'.
- Ellen Ogoy, 2019
This was the focus of my HSC Visual Arts major work, which was a short film comprising of a series of animated line drawings. The notion of liminality, or the state of 'in-between', was a concept I discovered early in my HSC year which soon resonated deeply within me as I reflected upon my own experiences growing up as a Filipino immigrant in Australia — experiences which marked the identity of myself and other immigrants as ‘imports’ and ‘exotically other’. Through visual storytelling of a surreal narrative, Nomadic Dance invites the audience to embark on a similar liminal experience undergone by migrant identities, and hence aims to help build empathy towards the immigrant life, rather than abruptly confronting preconceived assumptions.
Most interesting about this film is the way in which the element of water impacts the experience of the koi fish protagonist. Initially, the safety of its home is found in the very waters which give him life. Later however, upon leaving this home and entering the alien realm above him, the same water which was at first peaceful and a guarantor of safety, returns as an enemy force in the form of a great rainstorm. It is there, above water, when he adapts to his new environment by transforming into a fowl that he becomes trapped and attacked in his liminal state. Much like us Asian immigrants, which are neither the country that birthed us nor the country that welcomed us as one of their own, but rather both countries equally and simultaneously.
This is a photo I had taken at Coffs Harbour last year while on a family road trip. Those that know me well know that I have a thing for pink skies and sunsets. Something about them makes me feel a certain way, especially when accompanied by crashing waves at the beach and salty foam greeting the sandy shore. Not only is it unarguably aesthetically beautiful - with the sky's natural gradient of all of my favourite warm colours and hues, and the sun's light reciprocating against the reflection atop the waves, I think (as with everything in this world) there is a much deeper beauty found in sunsets. Through the lens of Christianity, sunsets can be viewed as a sign of God's grace and endless love. Although we make mistakes and walk imperfectly today, sunsets can be God's gentle reminder that while today will end, the sun will rise again tomorrow and we can keep trying to be better. And for those who aren't Christian, sunsets can be the universe itself cheering us on and reminding us to keep trying no matter what, the same way the universe and the solar system works to bring us a rising sun every morning.