This piece is a celebration to the changing of "Elia" to "Elliot" when my grandpa became a citizen. A celebration of my grandparents running out of American names after Don and Nancy. A celebration of Don who suggested the name Scott for my dad because that was the name of his elementary school best friend. A celebration of my dad changing our last name back to Elia, a decision which put me on a journey recognizing the importance of my ethnicity as Esther Elia instead of Esther Elliot. The name gave me power. The name gave me belonging. A celebration of my second and third generation diasporic bidoes with assimilated names. We still belong.
Acrylic on canvas