Lea Xu

Away from home, I find myself existing nowhere, but also everywhere.

Culture collapses into an individual existence, a personal history, and a string of events from birth to death. The division between cultures and languages unfolds, consolidates, and dissolves.

Laughing, aching, living, dying, I start to witness raw human emotions distinct from the constructed environments, out of a pure compassion and a transcendental experience where only imprints remain.

My home is demolished, leaving no place to dream about, no time for going back. The displaced individual is however liberated with the once common social freedom to move away, to disobey, and to reimagine and reconstruct.

Home, l’air de rien?