Where at least I know I'm free Sculpture

In 2016 I had to print 540 pages of documents, including more than 300 pages of tax forms in order to apply for a green card to be able to stay close to the person I loved. I found no better use for these printed taxes than to dip them into the clay slip and burn them in the kiln 8 years later. The scar on the vase encapsulates the immigrant’s experience through the ruins of pseudo-rocks, wire, glaze drops, and tax forms. The perfectly round shape of the moon jar that bubbled after the firing reveals the underlying traumas of adaptation that are sometimes not evident until later.