Every story has to start somewhere. This is where mine starts.
Each and every one of us, wherever we are, and however we identify, are attempting to belong to something. Whether it be to an ideology, a place, a group or a person, belonging shapes our identities.
Yet, what does it mean to belong, in a time when identities and citizenships can be removed, in the stroke of a pen? Or when the words 'Leave' or 'Remain' can define and separate us?
Join me in my story of belonging as I prepare to leave the land of my birth in search of another place like home.
I can place it on a map, but have never stepped foot there...
During a conversation about a recent project I was working on it was put to me that we are all searching, trying to belong. I don’t think I have but it made me question whether or not I might be, had been or should be.
The sun pours onto the immaculately manicured lawns of Worcester College, Oxford. Seeing the play of shadows on the grass as I peer through the soaring arches, it’s impossible not to be seduced by the ancient majesty of it all...