home speaks about my return to the Texan-Mexican border region. Coming home meant confronting loss, exile, destruction and hope. I gathered materials like newspapers, natural materials and governmental documents telling a personal or collective story of this place. 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.
In 2018, my community was informed of governmental plans for the construction of a new highway near my home. 103 families and business were going to be displaced. In maps, the planned highway had odd curbs on a flat land; the highway moved around areas of high income and through areas of low income. The idea of home became unattainable. A letter came, and they keep coming announcing the precarity of existence. I wrapped one around my mother's gardenia the day she decided to cut off some roots and move on. I went out through the fields of our home picking up materials to bind, soak, knot and stitch together.