home speaks about my return to the Texan-Mexican border region. Coming home meant confronting loss, exile, destruction and hope. I gathered natural materials, newspaper clippings and governmental documents as a way to rearrange a collective experience. I formed through the need to belong to a memory, history and the present moment. In this mind-space to find grounding, I placed together the inside of myself and the outside space I inhabit.
The idea of home as well as belonging has been precarious. With home and belonging I truly mean safety. After 2018 brought news of state use of eminent domain close to our land, I formed a circle made out of fragments containing bits and pieces of the present moment. A piece of a letter announcing displacement wrapped around my mother's gardenia the day she decided to cut off some roots and move on. A gathering of plants through the fields of our home picking up materials to bind, soak, knot and stitch together. Circles within circles and knots within knots and attachments within attachments. A visual rewriting of time and place.