Cynthia Yee, Yee Li Hing, 余麗馨 March 2021 1958 Boston Chinatown I had to go to the Kwong Kow Chinese School after American School every afternoon for three hours, and every Saturday morning, too. Three days earlier, I’d quit. I hadn’t told anybody, not my Dad, not my teachers, and certainly not MaMa. I’d just … Continue reading Duck
“My MaMa’s Back,” produced as a voiceover archival photo video by Daphne Xu and myself, was featured at the Boston Asian American Film Festival (BAAFF) under “COVID Shorts.” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xAyHtDAQh_Q&feature=youtu.be&ab_channel=BostonAsianAmericanFilmFestival
My home, 116 Hudson Street, memorialized in the “Lantern Stories” exhibit on the Greenway by artist, Yu Wen Wu.
Join us today, September 24, for “Lantern Stories” a lighting exhibition (which features my photo of my 13 year old self and my Hudson Street house) by Yu Wen Wu is launching at Chinatown Gate, 6–7:30 p.m., and at 8–9 p.m., to enjoy program of text, still, and moving image artwork by local artists projected … Continue reading “My MaMa’s Back” — 29 Oak Street Projections
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Top billing in the Local Artist Films Program organized by the Chinatown Community Land Trust 9/17/2020 part of the 29 Oak Street Wall Projections series. My MaMa’s Back,” an excerpt from a longer story called, “Duck,” is a tribute to the Chinese immigrant women garment workers of my Boston Chinatown childhood. The text and the … Continue reading “My MaMa’s Back” Voice Over Archival Photo Video: Local Artist Films Program
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Honored to be the recipient of the Chinese Culture Connection of Massachusetts 2020 Excellence in Arts and Culture Award May, 2020
March, 2019
Mo Hi: Don’t Look June 3, 2019 Cynthia Yee “Easy now, easy, just take it easy,” I heard the girl whisper. Walking by my Aunty’s doorway, I saw the young, dark skinned woman’s hand slip inside the old, white man’s trench coat, at the height of his zipper. She made soothing sounds, “Coo, ooo, … Continue reading Mo Hi: Don’t Look
