A Home Made of Us

Leaving one broken home to build another in exile, this project began with self-portraits taken in the lonely moments I faced after leaving Iran. Adjusting to a new life while carrying the weight of the past, I found myself suspended between two worlds: never fully belonging to the one I left behind and not yet rooted where I have arrived.

From this solitude arose the need to share my story of displacement and the traumas I carry. Thus, a community of women from different diasporas began to form around me in Marseille.

With them, I turned the lens outward, toward each other, toward moments of connection, and toward the spaces we inhabit together.

Each of us has been trying to recreate a sense of belonging in our intimacy.

A drawing, a childhood photo, a cigarette from Iran, all act as bridges to our past lives, creating a first alternative version of home.

This work explores how we carry these pieces of home with us, but also how shared experience and sisterhood allow us to grow and how new homes are built not from walls, but from faces, gestures, and common resilience.