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Transparency and (Édouard Glissant's) opacity have at it in this delicacy, where "caviar" has become a metonym for a generic, location- and culture-independent kind of exotic. My Asian mother is at once foreign in an exotic-banal sense and intimately close, consumable and unknowable. The registers in which I, as an artist, present her to myself and others affect my own legibility. 

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