While intellectualizing my own identity, I recognize the expansive intangible distance between where I am, who I am, and the place that I came from.
The space is dark. The viewer is immersed in the soft soundscapes of an unclaimed field. There is no escaping the isolating climate at the edge of a border overlooking this unclaimed field. The piece is distant, but intimate. A small poetic expression of a question.
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