Where does a person end and their roots begin? Our relationship with land is fraught with contradictions; we belong 'to' a country, to a national identity and heritage, yet we carve up the earth into sections that we purport to ‘own’. The act of defining or destroying boundaries between ourselves and others is highly complex, and can be positive or negative. This constant question of how we fit into the world is part of the condition of being human. I feel like I don’t really have a country, so I chose a square of earth from in-between places, and I tried to belong there.