When I was nursing my older son, I felt somewhat detached from my milk-laden breasts. At my cousin's wedding a few years before embarking on single-motherhood, my Aunt had gifted me a traditional, Chinese red dress, a typical dress worn at the reception. The dress remained in storage until this installation in which I laid the dress on a mound of soil and pressed it under a plate of glass. The milk-filled breasts are made from abaca paper.