Thịt kho, braised pork and egg, is a dish found in nearly every Vietnamese household. But for me, it’s more than a recipe. It’s the taste of home, of quiet afternoons, and of my mum’s love - sweet, savory, and slow-simmered.
This painting is deeply personal. The figure bathing in the dish is my mother. A symbol of peace, warmth, and care. Growing up, she would often make thịt kho on gentle days when we needed comfort. It wasn’t just a meal. It was a moment, a feeling.
It also recalls a specific memory: after-school swimming lessons. My sister and I would play in the water while Mum took lessons alongside us. We were all learning together in our own ways. That image of her floating, present, happy — stayed with me.
This work brings together those emotions: a surreal blend of food, memory, and maternal tenderness. It’s my way of honouring how love is passed down, not through grand gestures, but through everyday acts like cooking. A dish like thịt kho may seem simple, but it carries a plethora of generational love.