Growing up I never felt close to my mother. I am her only daughter, but my life has not always been a part of hers, just as her life was not always a part of mine. My mother raised me at 18 years old and in a country where she couldn't speak the language. We spent a lot of time together during those years - lots of library trips, according to her recollection, but my memories of us begin only after she got a job. This was when she became stressed and busy and worked late nights and long hours. My mother has always loved me, but for quite a few years the only thing I felt I truly knew was that my mother was busy and she needed an island amidst the pressures of being a very young mother of three. I remember watching her struggle and how I would sit in the car and listen to her cry and tell me she just didn't know what to do. I felt as though my problems would only add to her stress and therefore vowed to stay silent and become her island. Years had passed and suddenly the space between us felt infinite and seemed unsolvable. It wasn't until college that I felt as though I could be honest with her for the first time in years without the fear that one of us would break. There are pieces of ourselves that have become lost - thoughts and feelings, for whatever reason we may have had, intentional or not. Despite all of this, we've found a way to grow together. This project is a reflection of that, it is an artistic, nonlinear timeline of our individual upbringings, brought together by the life we currently share.