Is everything about the body? What is the materiality of the body? “Are all bodies or rather, is everything about the body intentionally constructed? Does this mean that bodies lack materiality? This is my body that always remains with me. What is “me”? Is my body filled with memories that have long been buried in the dust? I strive to create a safe space for my body to feel other feeling. Through performance, do we create a new form of our body that might have some connection to the previous shadows of our concept and imagination of our body and feeling? I will sprout someday refers to different layers of my culture and my memories. It is a reference to a well-known poem by Forogh Farokhzad "Another Birth" I plant my hands in the garden. I will turn green, I know, I know