There Once Was a Village emerged from my quest to unravel the feeling of a sense of place—a sense deeply intertwined with emotions and memories. I aim to comprehend this elusive understanding of place, exploring both its comforting and unsettling aspects.
Exploring the emotions and experiences tied to carrying the name of a lost sibling. How do such naming practices impact family memories and the child’s identity?
Creating a new narrative through the perspective of uprooting. In doing so, I aim to encounter questions that touch on identity, generational ties, history, and the sense of belonging.
A meditation on the duality of solitude and isolation, and the fragile line that separates freedom from entrapment. Exploring the ways in which we might be both the captors and the liberators of our own minds, holding the key to our cage.
