As a new immigrant, she frequently felt over-analyzed. Every move, every word, every decision – meticulously marked like an ear in a book. Something to use later on. 
Words seemed to be particularly contentious at work. And above all, tone. While trying to learn more about the culture she moved into, words and tones quickly became indelible and unforgivable marks on her back. Heavy like stones. 
The echo of her words kept traveling fast, distorted. Not speaking seemed the only option, but that became a mark too.
 
 
Wooden box, acrylic, vintage photographs, shell, found pebbles, cotton thread, felt.
5" x 5" x 7"