Inside my mind I often bring to life the image of a mobile inner "Children's Room," where my childhood fantasies unfold. My Inner Child is symbolically cradled within a sphere, representing a safe and secure space. It reminds me of resilience of the human spirit and enduring power of childhood memories in preserving our sense of self amid the flux of life.
My psychological defenses protect me from the profound pain of losing my roots and homeland. These mechanisms help me displace distressing thoughts, allowing me to navigate life without being overwhelmed by constant sorrow. Yet, in the midst of this turmoil, I need a lifeline—something to keep me afloat as I am carried along by life's currents. For me, this lifeline is my cherished childhood memories, which I metaphorically carry in my pocket.
As an immigrant, I search for new ground to establish my home, moving forward with courage, exploring new experiences, learning new languages, and forging new friendships. My "Inner Child," a vibrant part of my personality, needs the nurturing presence of my "Inner Parent" to guide me along unfamiliar paths. Through my art projects, I seek tools of support for myself and for those who share similar stories.