As a new immigrant in the U.S.A. my mind was bombarded by memories of many new stuff every day. But I knew that what I’d been getting was merely a distracted perception on my new life, not an integrated/deep one. This body of work was to represent such a fragmented picture of America in my mind back to my early days of displacement when huge amount of daily wonders didn’t allow my memory to get a full deep picture of each. On the other hand, my emotions were switching so fast between sadness and happiness, hope and desperation.


Year: 2015