This work depicts the multiple roles that immigrant mothers are supposed to inhabit. Seeing my own experience mirrored trough my family history, I think of my grandmother in Mexico knitting as a way to hold on to her Syrian past, I will apply paint in the way yarn interlaces itself. Digging into the research as an aim to give a voice to all the immigrant mothers who can’t be seen yet. Each attempt gives me something specific and tangible.
These practices of performative painting deepened my awareness of a collective need for care, hoping the works perform as catalysts for social transformation. 
Painting deepened my knowledge of a legacy that intersected with my aim to understand social identities as a wife, as a mother, as a daughter, as a sister, as an artist, as a friend, as a lover, as women.
When I had moved, and moved again I have to leave things unfinished, try to find comfort in the little things I own. Having a family gives me a sense of belonging. I am rooted to these people. I am their mother, their wife and companion, their lover, they need me. Then I dream about moving away yet to another place, an unknown one, far from here… they move with me, if they stay, am I still myself? The roles I play are not me but sometimes they become my identity.