“Lost in translation”

I call myself an introvert. Because, I can absolutely relate with what Huffpost has to say about introverts. https://www.huffpost.com/entry/introvert-signs-am-i-introverted_n_5a2ae103e4b073789f6982f4 Well, Google says, ” in·tro·vert/ˈintrəˌvərt, noun : shy, reticent person.” But no google, I am nor shy neither reticent. Moving to a new place and having complete strangers around me forced me to break my boundaries and go outside my comfort zone. It became more difficult for me when I started working and met hundreds of new faces everyday. It was too new peopley outside. They are all beautiful. They smile the same way but they greet differently. They all look different and talked differently. They cannot eat spicy like I do but they all love pizzas. It is very human to connect everything you see with something you already know or love. I was trying to find the sense of belonging in the new country of 50 states. I was lost and didn’t know were I belong or who I am. I loved Kent, but I wasn’t native and “I do not belong here” concept kept me struggling. I was meeting hundred new faces everyday, shaking hands, smiling and secretly trying to search for identical characteristics in all of them, just to take comfort and satisfy my need to belong. The drawing follows the state of my mind which I would describe it as ‘fog of war’ or ‘lost in translation’ phase. Ahh, I was tired of searching for connectedness where, I wasn’t getting any closer to answering the question of why we feel the need to belong. With time I grew, learned to embrace differences and newness. It took a long time to understand that I was resident of this world and I belong here. To my surprise, I now revere differences. Sign of positive change and growth? OH yes! This series of drawings shows my process of growing and wrestling with bittersweet experiences. I am slowly, blending in and making it feel like home.