During the grownups’ coffee rituals I witnessed as a child, news were discussed, letters from afar read, wise sayings quoted, family members’ heroic deeds described for a thousandth time, deceased loved ones mourned and children’s antics glorified. Extended family, neighbors and friends were populating that world and enemies were clearly defined as the ones who caused the pain, the sins of war, the end of good lives spent where they never returned to, the place they never stopped calling “homeland”.
Using coffee filters as canvas for these works, I revisited those times narrating with my markings their stories, their emotions, their truths and lies, their teachings to me who follows their traces, to me who’s landscape comprises several homelands.