It is a children’s picture book, which tells the imaginary biography of one of my grandmothers. Grandma Ya was able to travel all around China, even though she was a tree.
In this world, each human represents a natural element, Ya’s father the air, her mother stone. It’s an elementary family. At the beginning, Ya grew up in the forest, where my great grandparents picked her up. This is why at the end of her life, she went back to the forest, her mother. As a tree in our garden, she has no hard feelings towards death, she welcomes it, celebrates it as the beginning of new adventures.
In China, in the traditional culture, we don’t really talk about how children are born, and we never speak about death. As a child, my parents told me I came from the forest, like a tree. That’s the starting point of this story where I’m questioning birth and death, in a form that’s appealing to children.
In total there are 84 pages in this book, here are some pages.
