The three diving belts is meant for the three lives of my late grandmother and the two lives that continue through my mother and me.

My grandmother used to sell bellflower root, corn, ginkgo nuts, and mushrooms at a wholesale market in Seoul. With that work, she bought two houses and put all five of her children through school.

She died after 17 years of living with Parkinson. My mum cared for her during the last 5 years of her life. A year after she passed, my mum nearly drowned at the sea while snorkelling with me. As I tried to pull her to safety, her skin turned blue and green, she felt heavy, then suddenly light, and for a moment I thought she had died in my arms. That moment, I become a rock, my mum’s rock, shaped by my grandmother. Keeping hard and silent.