Bus Station
A Bus Stop—Living Room
Inkjet Print, 44”X29”, 2009
A bus stop is a public space, yet it often feels like a brief moment of private reflection for me. “Home” is more than just a physical place—it is also a psychological space. As a newcomer to Canada, I strive to connect with different cultures in an effort to adapt to this unfamiliar environment. Caught between countries and cultures, I find myself living in an “in-between” state. For me, the bus stop has become a symbol of this transition—a space where I begin to redefine what home truly means.
Self-reflection
Inkjet Print, 44”X29”, 2010
For eight years, I took the bus every day, and the bus stop became a silent witness to my life in Vancouver. It reflects not only where I have settled but also who I am. Within me exist two distinct identities: Chinese Mei and Westernized May. I find myself navigating three overlapping spaces—Chinese culture, Western culture, and a new “in-between” space where I truly belong. The bus stop, in many ways, became a space of transformation, embodying my trans-cultural identity and the journey of finding balance between these worlds.
