My Identity Childhood memories are never crystal clear. Returning to them, we complete them by brushing layer by layer. Sometimes it is very difficult to hack a memory if the memories are traumatic or do not fit into the concept of the present. You want to be as honest as possible. Where the image blurs and gradually flows into pure abstraction, you can only trust your own sensations and feelings. Senses of fear, anger and resentment caused by constant attempts to assimilate in a place full of xenophobia and intolerance. During her childhood, the author experienced discrimination and violence, which obscured her understanding of her identity, nationality, and sense of belonging. Through this art project, she delves into her past to uncover her true 'self'.