We Singaporeans love our local fare and I am no exception. Food is almost synonymous with life and has always been an important part – not only of my personal – heritage. My great-grandparents operated a kedai kopi in a small kampong in Malaysia, and my grandparents sold the best Hainanese chicken rice at Adam Road up till the 1990s.
 
Jia (eat in Hainanese and Home in Mandarin) is an installation in an attempt to reconnect with a part of my family history I never really knew – before it disappears, through the food that I grew up eating.