Growing up with a twin sister has bewildered my perception of identity. People tend to reduce our relationship to a guessing game. At birth, it was merely three minutes that separated us, but as we grew older, I felt the tension of being the youngest. I wrestled with measuring up to my sister. In our youth, we physically favored one another, while our personalities were strikingly different. My sister’s shadow became a resting place, until my own identity was revealed.

 

The yoke is a befitting symbol to illustrate my childhood experience as a twin. It is a frame that conjoins two beings, enabling them to carry a load. While uniting the pair, it also creates a divide between them. These are a selection of images chosen from a photo book, entitled Yoke. This book is the manifestation of my longing to retell this chapter of my story. Through personal anecdotes and visual cues, the reader is guided through my story, told through two young sisters.