The landscape of Corn fields connected my homeland and Central New York. I enter the field to try to build a home. Because the dirt has been overworked, it is crumbly and unstable. My labor is repetitive, intensive, yet futile, as every home I try to build crumbles down. This act is a visual metaphor of my experience as an immigrant trying to build a home in the
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