It took 3 years and 7 months to feel like I’m somewhat at home here.
Life is happening around me, but life is also happening in another language, in another part of the world, where my loved ones are.
When you’ve lived most of your life out of 3 suitcases, you can feel a continuous sense of absence to your reality. Sometimes, I still feel like I’m only a visitor here, but where I’ve come from is not home anymore.
It is slowly shifting though. My centre of gravity is inching closer to this place. Now, I can make an overweight stone, and not immediately panic about how I can possibly fit it in a suitcase.
Project “waterstone”, built from materials at SoCa. Made for the garden I don’t have, on land that’s still largely foreign to me.