I felt like I grew up in two different worlds. My parents came to Canada in 1992, right before the Yugoslavian war had fully started. I was born in Canada and have lived here my entire life. My parents didn’t chose this country; they didn’t care where they went, but they knew they needed to get out. And overtime, I’ve realized how grateful I am that they were able to come here; since this is a country that celebrates outside cultures and different identities. But even still considering this, I did always feel like I stuck out amongst my peers.
Inside my home, it's filled with my Bosnian culture. It thrives in how we speak, what we eat, what we listen to and what we watch. But once you stepped out of my home, my culture doesn't seem to translate in the outside world. It also didn't help that I didn’t grow up with a lot of people with the same culture as me. So I found myself explaining simple things constantly. Even things like, how my family speaks, to other people that had different cultures than mine.
The older I got I started to embrace my culture more. This drastic change happened when I went to Bosnia in the summer of 2017 with my parents. Majority of my family still lives in various parts of Bosnia and Herzegovina, so I was integrated the entire time I was there. I found it odd that I never felt like an outsider, and felt as if I were home the entire time, even though that was thousands of miles away.
Fragments of a Home is my journey through mapping out the defining objects in my parent’s house, that are important to my culture. Whether it’s a copy of a painting of a famous location in Bosnia, or the Ivo Andrić novels in our bookshelf. I wanted to show how these objects live amongst other objects that are not part of my culture. As well, they're paired up the images from my trip to Bosnia. Some are of those famous locations recreated in our home or they are paired together compositionally.