Attention is the beginning of devotion.
Mary Oliver, Upstream
Growing up in a military family, I have repeated the process of disassembling, moving, reassembling and acclimating my home, community and sense of self across different countries, contexts and cultures. This pattern has led me to feel most at home when I am transitioning between layered states and identities. Due to both my Portuguese family heritage and the experience of living in three Lusophone countries, I feel a deep connection to saudade, a Portuguese word considered untranslatable, that denotes a nostalgic remembrance of certain people, places or things, absent or forever lost, accompanied by the yearning to see or possess them once more. I am fascinated by the ambiguity of simultaneous belonging and longing, separation and closeness, the known and unknown. The focus, time and resources I pour into my work all serve as tools for remembering, honoring and understanding my past and present.
The series “Homesick” examines the contrast between my transient, international childhood and current life in the suburbs. As a primary caregiver of young children, the majority of my time over the last several years has been spent at home which can often feel isolating. Simultaneously, I was reckoning with putting down roots for the first time. These feelings were only amplified once the pandemic began.
I began a series of self-portraits taken in my yard and around the exterior edges of my house. I explored the intersection of interior and exterior spaces, using my body as a cartographic tool for delineating and transgressing edges and boundaries. I physically connected with the landscape and objects, using gestures inspired by contemporary dance as a way to transcend and be in relationship with the environment. I chose to only show fragments of my body in each image to retain autonomy and control over what is hidden and what is revealed and to have the viewer serve as a witness to the deep exploration and attention I am giving the space.
These images capture the dichotomy of my liminal moments of freedom outdoors while also remaining restricted to our property, moments I spent alone but also in plain sight of my children and neighbors, longing for connection but also for the security of separation.