Description

Three years ago, my mom (a Hungarian refugee with food-insecurity memories) had me buy her a KFC fill-up meal. That night, her sugar level soared, so she took insulin (unmeasured). The next morning, my diabetic mother was almost comatose. I increased her glucose level with orange juice. This installation explores consumption and the immigrant experience. My mother embraced everything American, including processed and fast food. I combine free-verse poetry with mixed media to heal from food and family trauma. Red, a predominant color in my work, represents the Hungarian and American flags, meat, and a host of emotions.