As species, humans and animals alike, the practice of migration goes back hundreds of thousands of years. It’s innate. Scientists track the Great Human Migration as we have expanded across the rest of the world, enthralled by human nature and nurture. Yet, in the “Nation of Immigrants,” immigrants are seen as intruders. In this narrative, we lose our fight and have our experiences invalidated. This work is a commentary on the position that immigrants often find themselves as they leave home searching for something they’ve yet to discover. As an immigrant myself, I often find myself in the pursuit for a home stuck between where I’ve come and where I’m aiming to go. This body of work came out of a feeling and experience in one country, but the immigrant and migrant experience is more significant than any one country. This work gives in to the ephemerality that is “home” as we continue the Great Human Migration, and I invite you to come along to find what it is you’re searching for. 

Mediums: India ink, acrylic, embroidery, charcoal, oil paint pens, linoleum print on hand-stretched canvas paper