Through my paintings, I renew with my forefather's land and embrace the ordinariness of things. When I went back to Vietnam the emotion was so intense that I transformed my previous work and revealed an intimate link with the memories of a country damaged by history's monsoons, which my exile had hidden, The ochres, reds, and browns recall my land, its outrages, men's sufferings. From now on, I use rags of jute sacking which I assemble and sew together. My works seem to be patched up by fingers still trembling with emotion. The lack of frames reveals an urgent need to hold back a memory that is fast disappearing under the winds of modernity.

Nguyen Cam