“…the immigrant artist must quantify the price of the American dream in flesh and bone. All this while living with the more ‘regular’ fears of any other artist. Do I know enough about where I’ve come from? Will I ever know enough about where I am? Even if somebody has died for me to stay here, will I ever truly belong?”
– Edwidge Danicat
Read this great meditation by my good friend, Margaret Rhee // The Meaning of Smog: Fragmented Reflections on Translation from a Korean Diasporic Subject.