The stranger in me is A BOOK
This piece represents a library that resides within me. It explores the family secrets, specifically the relationship between my father and I. On dusty shelves, I found stories
of love, loss, and boundless joy. Some are mine, others bear the traces of my dearest friends’, yet YOU wrote one I long to explore. Am I prepared? Every now and then, you share a chapter with me, like a precious gift. I cannot read it alone. So, I await patiently in the garden for our moment. I wonder how much remains hidden, but I don’t dare to ask. Maybe one day I shall muster the courage and we unveil the mystery of the unspoken together. But, if that day never comes it will live in the book of regret forever.
I am Linda. I create and I am afraid. Constantly split between Vietnamese and Czech culture. Forever playful and sometimes ungrateful. Professionally trained as an architect but continually searching to learn a new craft.
