Moving to America has made me become aware of my race: I am Black. So as I naturally went through the integration process, I got more interested in exploring the issue of race. As someone who moved frequently in different countries,regions,cultures,languages,religions,ethnic and tribal groups in the great lake region, I was able to learn,acquire languages,adapt to new ways of life, accustom myself to dress and eat differently hence I was able to blend in with time. However, in my new home, Vermont, I realized that even though I could snowboard,hike,eat pizza and hamburgers, the color of my skin kept me apart as a reminder that I am not from here, that may be I will never fit in. So this ongoing photography project is my way to remind myself that being black is a beautiful thing. It is my way to reconnect with who I am and where I come from. It is a tribute to my mother, one of the most beautiful black woman.
