My practice centers around delving into my identity as a first-generation immigrant. Within this realm, countless intersections and narratives unfold. Over the past few years, my creative focus has revolved around recounting my journey of arriving here at the age of 9: the family and memories I left behind, the gradual distortion of my native languages as English asserted its dominance in my speech. I now find myself being an observer within my indigenous culture. As part of my thesis, I have created moving images and stills reinterpreting the memories that remained with me. Taking small items and objects like an oil lamp, a water jug, a bag of rice and recontextualizing how much weight they now hold. Through this thesis, I grieve, I mourn, I acknowledge the space I now take up within my Congolese identity. But you must also remember, this is not a burial, this is a restoration.
Le passé est désormais la seule chose que nous partageons en dehors du sang. J'espère que je suis le même Mathi que tu as élevé
The past is now the only thing we share outside of blood...