my heart is packed like a pomegranate

A photo-journey.

Liminal spaces. To, from, and the dialogue in-between where belonging slowly disintegrates giving way to unbecoming. In the non-linear passage of migration from homeland to diaspora, thoughts and identities intertwine and clash along this self-imposed path. So, I sit to ruminate and marinate: I think of Saturn's rings, joined together so delicately. My mind wanders to anchors, both present and absent.

My mind drifts to the absence of these anchors in transitory states as if my hand reflexively clutches but finds only air. This series of seven photographs titled "My Heart Is Packed Like a Pomegranate" is meant to be an exploration of my liminal space, a visual narrative showcasing the profound absences I've felt along this diasporic journey, all the searching and longing for a home, a people, a community I left behind just seven months ago.

Shot on black and white film, developed and scanned by my own hands to mimic the long, non-linear, and imperfect process of yet again becoming. This is the externalization of my hopes to someday find people to share my pomegranate with.