To My Mom

I’ve been continuously creating a dialogue between my mother and myself. In this way, I keep her alive—I keep her close.

This is one of my most cherished and loving photographs of my mother holding me. I know the story well—how deeply she longed to have a child, how long and painful my birth was. This photo is more than an image; it is a tribute to her tenderness, her open heart, and her unwavering love.

Through her, I learned softness. I learned how to love with depth. And in this work, I honor the gifts she gave me—many of which still shape who I am.

I love you, mama. (Masa, H.)