My work consists of the struggles that I have been dealing with both recently and throughout my entire life, such as my family and my interactions with them and others.
I was born in Spain but moved to the United States when I was just two years of age; once in the U.S., I was never in the same house and/or town for more than a couple years. By the time I turned fifteen I had lived in three different states and six different homes, and been ‘the new girl’ more times than I care to remember. Because of this, ever since I have been a little girl, I have never felt like I truly belonged to any one place. I do not consider myself Spanish nor do I consider myself American. I have no land to call my own. I have always told myself that home is where the people you love are. Now that I am growing up and have moved to New York, those old feelings of not belonging have begun to rise to the surface again. I have made images in where I try to find an ideal way to represent home, whatever that may be. Most of these images are of either my parents’ home in New Jersey or portraits of my parents themselves, since they are in fact the closest thing to home that I have.
