It was serendipity to return from seeing Li Huayi paintings at the Honolulu Art Museum and find among my hoard of fabrics a cloth decorated with prints of Chinese brush paintings. How it got to me in the mid-west I haven't a clue. It was printed in Honolulu too.
Everyone has layers of identity. Mom could dress up in a silky red cheong sam for a night out and be Ming Ho, while also be Beatrice in a floral Hawaiian print dress as a Kindergarten teacher. Ming Ho / Munn Haw / Beatrice...she will always be Mom to me.