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 dont really have a country, so I chose a square of earth from the in-between places, and I tried to belong there.