Corners of My Mind; Grandma’s Backyard addresses the diasporic memory of the artist and the ever-present nostalgia in the life of a refugee. A tree from “grandma’s backyard” is peeking through the corner of a room just like how memories force themselves through the portal of time and humbly occupy a corner of a mind concerned with the contemporary. The tree branch, ambiguous and multiplied with dead leaves, reaches out and speaks of its home: the home that is abandoned in its past, the home that struggles to be remembered, while its former occupants live a life of forced exile in a place with greener trees. 
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