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I lived with an Italian Host Family in Siena, Italy for a semester. The family was made up of 3 daughters and the parents.

Much of my interaction with the family was at the dinner table or the living room watching TV. So my bedroom became my refuge where I could decompress and be at “home”. I spent a lot of time in that space.


This self-portrait series speaks to my experience living abroad in someone else’s space, that became my space. It asks the question, "what is personal space when it is not your own?"

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