This personal essay is a capsule documenting life in my bedroom and wherever else I’ve spent time since the pandemic upended normal life. Since March, I’ve been daydreaming and losing time through fantasy and writing.
I first started out with just a rush of memories of the garden, then I organized those memories into seasons and turned five pages from my collage journal into representations of those seasons and memories.
When creating this piece, I wanted to embrace a little piece of cultural diversity in the U.S., but also show that historically, diversity hasn’t been welcome here. The piece is a reminder that just because we get along better now, there are still societal problems that aren’t solved.