The Home
The home is something that I have been in search of my whole life. It appears in all my work in some form or another. What is Home? I ask myself. Where does it go when our loved ones are gone? Do we carry it with us on our journey in life? What does the home mean to us as women? I was born in Cuba and immigrated with my family to the United States in the 60’s. We had to leave everything behind and it was a traumatic experience of displacement and fear. We came to the states with only the clothes on our backs. With out a home, I came to realize that family was my home, and that we were “The Other” in this new country. A tribe within ourselves, my home was my country.