When the cannons of colonialism blasted through the iron ports of China, the history of Chinese immigration to North America began. Thousands of Chinese crossed the Pacific Ocean to come to Canada. They came in search of Gold Mountain, but instead, they were hired to work on the transcontinental railway through the Rocky Mountains. They[…]

When living in one culture you always dream of another more ideal than your own. However, after you have experienced this other culture, your dreams of it are broken by this strange new found reality. Losing the comforts of your inherent culture, you wander back and forth between two cultures, not knowing which you belong[…]

It has been 30 years since my immigration to Vancouver in Canada, a city by the Fraser River. Tomorrow, I will take a flight back to my hometown Chongqing, for my exhibition “Gu Xiong: Migrations.” This exhibition is about how I build up my cultural identity through my experience of migrations. Airport is the place[…]

You are like a river You move through the city Sending people home and to work Moving between every street and building Giving strength to the city and its people Every second, minute, hour, day, month and year Never resting You watch the city grow It is like a mountain becoming bigger and higher You[…]

Spread all over the Canadian farms, There are tens of thousands of temporary migrant workers From Mexico, Jamaica And other Central American countries, They come here to work for eight to ten months every year, Then travel back home and waits to return next year. Here, few people are aware of their presence. Canada’s history[…]

All cultures are complex, but the one into which you are born is the one you come to understand most profoundly. Thus, this influence is what finds its way into the work of an artist and, I believe, is expressed almost instinctively. If a person should move to another culture, he or she must make[…]

Each time I see you, I see myself; I see the past and the present. We both came from China, You stayed inside the grand institution, I stayed in a dark basement. People came to admire you, But can you hear their praise? Or speak your gratitude? I could hear, but I couldn’t speak. I[…]

My family Under the clouds Moves from one land to another Struggling between cultures Not knowing to which we belong Even though the flowers are falling The fruits will appear later When the maple leaves rest On the ground My family finally settles down We are like seeds In the depths of this land Absorbing[…]