hand-made & illustrated pop-up book, based on a poem written by myself. it described the feeling of not belonging. my view of the world had changed drastically while living in India. When I went back home, I felt I didn’t know it anymore. I’ve become quite a different person, and did not ‘fit in’ anywhere.

the poem is as followed:

the ocean has no form
but it exists perfectly into the earth 
reflects the sky upside down
and drags out silver lines along the shore
I’ve been pushed out of the box
Etched off corners, 
gained some egdes
the box no longer greets me
so I went looking
sweet, sou, spicy, salty BLAH. 
never able to satisfy my greedy tongue
what do I need?
I’ve lost direction
all around the world carries with their business
I reach out
but everyone is too busy to be kind
paradoxes and extremities rules our life 
can it measure me? 
Will I let it?
I’ve got my own container to make
and just maybe, 
I’ll saw a way out of the bird cage
and go see sunsets by the ocean.

Sep. – Nov. 2019