Over and over, I ask myself questions around identity and belonging with the hope of finding answers to lead me somewhere I can call home. Home has always been an emotionally turbulent search for me. As a young woman, I faded into the background of my own family’s system. Leaving Iran to immigrate to Europe and then the United States freed me of this, but I found myself struggling to connect emotionally with my new surroundings. I was rooted up, rootless and all other jokes one might be able to make on the subject. Since I moved out of my motherland I have observed how immigrants may feel judged and have fear around sharing, due to the language barrier, stereotypes, and accents. I use my work to create an invitation, and a platform to open up conversations about living in between. I yearned to center myself, but I felt like an outsider floating around with memories that contrast from my immediate surroundings.

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