As a Chinese-Malaysian American, it seems strange that I would devote my time and energy towards an armor closely associated with the Bushido culture that led a frenzied wave of imperialism over the Pacific, and fueled Japanese feudalism horrors. But it is my purposeful appropriation of this platform of tradition and craft that allows me to put my head to the mabizashi and feel myself rendered in metal. It is what allows me to don the armor and to wear the weight of the beaten steel, and to then take it off and along with it - my sorrows, beliefs, and ideals embossed to its planished contours.
This project has allowed me to work in metal at scale; incorporating a multitude of techniques from forging and raising to riveting and basic chasing. Steel, brass, cotton, and wool absorb the raw energy and emotion exerted into the making of the piece. The traditional canvas or canon of Japanese armor served as firm ground or an anchor in a time where I felt most detached to everything and felt like the ground slipped from under my feet which allowed the following sense of weightlessness that consumed me. I found solace and power in manifesting those feelings in metal. It was the first piece where I really felt these forces and emotions become tangible and has been a guiding force and motivation ever since.