Perpetually foreign, fitting neither here nor there— I’m hanging on a clothesline between two countries. Working at the intersection of cultural identities, I investigate the ways in which belonging becomes blurred.
Domestic objects, clothing items, and house-construction materials function as sculpture to reference the home space that became my Philippines in America. My work is about a conflicted conception of what identity should be according to two different cultural rubrics. By using pieces of my personal history as departure points to explore biculturalism, I ask the question: Can I ever come to know that which is foreign to me?