The idea that we are from some place has an irresistible magnetism; much of our identity is tied to symbols of belonging to a place. What happens when that place is gone?
I was born in a country that no longer exists. But I am still from there.
This project deals with the process of personal reconstruction in the aftermath of a loss; a shameless admission of fallibility of memory inspired by the Balinese concept of Sekala (the seen) Niskala (the occult) where that which is unseen but sensed is attributed equal importance and must be respected.
It has been in the making for over 5 years but it is really in the last 2 years, during my participation in Atelier Smedsby that has evolved into coherent and meaningful piece of work.