The Belt of America by Xenia De Gracia (Panama)
This is my culture, my traditions, the way that I was raised, the places that I used to visit... for me that is the real meaning of HOME.
Nature is Our Home by Nguyen Dang (Vietnam)
I managed to capture this snow picture 2 years ago in Rio Rico, AZ. Rio Rico in Spanish means "Rich River". In general, this picture has nothing to do with "rio" (rich), but it has something to do with "rico" (rich). Rio Rico, a little town about 15 miles away from the Mexican border in Arizona, is like other places in Southern Arizona: hot and deserted with dried bushes, dried leaves, and dried trees throughout the year. It sounds like a boring place but mother nature knows how to make it "rich". She puts snow in a deserted place to bring joy to everyone. Nature, no matter where you go, is rich because every place has its own strengths and beauty. We are born to this home to explore the hidden charmings made by mother nature. The town does not have to be "rico" in money but beauty.
La Llorona by Diana Elizabeth Peralta Muñoz (Mexico)
This is a very old song in Mexico. It is sung especially in Día de Muertos that is celebrated every November 2nd and it is my favorite Mexican Celebration. This day we make ofrendas for our deaths, we sing and have a feasts in the graveyards with flowers, food, candles and lots of music. It is a beautiful tradition that makes me so proud.
Monsoon from my Window by Shahnawaz Baig Mogal (Bahrain)
The piece I have submitted is an unedited photo taken from my bedroom window that looks upon my home's car parking spaces. The view represents what I see every day when I sit down on my study table that is right in front of my window. The droplets falling through the windowpane takes me back to my home country's monsoon season. Though not evident due to the abstract nature of the picture, my home's boundary wall in front of my father's SUV is spotted with black and green moss that is a characteristic feature of my home during every monsoon season. The comfort of that view from my window is what home means to me.
Bring Me Back Home by Zhuo (Angela) Li (China)
This little piece is a reflection of my coming out story. I wrote about a girl being adventurous find her true self, and growing up as a woman. My citizenship in China, but when I share the happiness and sorrow with Tucson's spirits and people, I very much feel I am growing up here. Home means unconditional love and support. The home also means to connect with my inner self and getting joy for life. In my poem, the girl is brave enough to leave the old self behind and coming out to find her true self.
My Little Sea by Eleni-Persefoni Stavrianou (Greece)
"To me, home means a past and an identity. This piece is a collaboration between music and dance (the Fred Fox School of Music and the School of Dance). The pianist has a deep connection to her roots and her homeland. The dancer does not feel the same way. With his choreography, the dancer explores the connection, or a lack thereof, between an individual and their roots (their homeland). For some, this is a deeply felt relation. For others, a constant search."
A Little Stranger in America by Hyunjung Lee (Republic of Korea (South Korea))
“A Little Stranger in America” is a poem that describes how the United States became my additional hometown when I was three years old. To me, home can be more than just one place, and it is where I feel a sense of belonging that fills my heart with sparkling joy through the process of acquiring the language, understanding the culture, and befriending the people. When I had lived in the state of Minneapolis, my childhood experiences played a crucial role for me to grow up to be a person who is bilingual in Korean and English. Eventually, it brought me to the University of Arizona that is my current home as an international graduate student. Thus, home is a place which enables me to thrive and become who I am today.
Chinese New Year Temple Fair by Yifan Wei (China)
Temple Fair, also known as Miaohui, is a traditional folk activity in China. The fair is usually held at temples or adjacent to them, so it is named “Temple Fair”. Temple Fair is originally formed by vendors who set up their shops and sold their goods to people who journeyed to the temples during traditional festivals. It gradually becomes a kind of cultural gathering where people worship gods, pray for the blessing and have fun.
Sky’s Blueness is Like a Page of Fairy Tale by Wen Gu (China)
"Every time I went home from the dance classroom before coming to America, I passed a small intersection. As with most old town streets, this quiet intersection and the surrounding residential buildings always seem to be standing silently in gray. It will not be fascinating, nor will it cause sharp criticism from critics for being too ordinary.
On the afternoon of March 26, 2017, when I slowly passed this street crossing, a few cars passed, which made me have to stop in front of this building. Maybe I glanced up at the sky for an unknown reason. At this moment, the sky was not like its usual gray in my hometown but was full of tender baby blue. The soft, cotton-like clouds occupy the best position. My sight moved down from the sky. In the past, I never observed there was a telephone pole near the crossroads. The telephone pole was general light brown, but seven thin wires extended as if it was like playing mysterious music staff from afar. The closest house to me also had a different meaning at this minute. The house's window glass was Prussian blue as long as it reflects different kinds of blues with light and angle as if it was a dazzling rectangular sapphire. The house's front wall was paved with tiny brick red and white mosaics, while the sides were painted with pale blue. There were a small rose-red flower tree and three tall green trees directly in front of the house. I did not know what they were, but all of the plants complemented the whole picture well. Facing this situation, I could not wait to restrain the idea of permanently saving this beautiful scenery, so I took a picture of this moment.
This house seems to be a landmark building in front of my home. It reminds me that as long as I walk past it, my home will be over there. It is a pity that when I returned home last summer break, I found that this small house was razed to the ground due to urban renewal. I think that no matter how much time passed, although the buildings and roads near my home have undergone many changes, my home has never changed. Home is more than just a dwelling to settle in; it is over twenty years of happy time and special affection between my parents and me. I learn to love and be loved at home. Home means to me like the sky in this photo.
The sky's blueness is like a page of a fairy tale. Fairy tales are always so warm, pure, and full of love, so did home."