Identity is a concept that I have struggled with, being Chinese-American i’ve been told I am not Chinese enough and not American enough, or identifying as bisexual, and being called not gay enough or not straight enough, thus rendering myself in between and in limbo. With in "The Garden", plants and identity are cultivated, highlighting the struggle and flourishing through the use of visual metaphor. The concept of identity is a fluid one that constantly cycles through growth and death like a garden, it grows, becomes refined, pruning away sickly parts, and growing parts of ourselves that we are able to cherish. Within The Garden, the cultivation of identity grows unfettered, is pruned and refined, flourish, die, and grow again. The Garden is the place in which I can exist on my own terms.