A tribute to my cultural CONFUSION

When I was about 5 or 6 my dad asked me as a joke "Are you Swedish or Vietnamese?". Me being 5 (or 6) and unaware of the nuances of a joke, said "Swedish" and stuck with that answer for years as my dad continued asking me that question. That was until I realized that not all Swedes use chopsticks, drench their food in fermented fish sauce, or eat said food sitting on the floor.

My life since then has been a constant back and forth between my two cultural homes. As a tribute to them I created paper cut-out maps of Stockholm and Saigon.

STOCKHOLM

SAIGON