Poma granata means "many seeded apple" or pomegranate. I made this piece as a remembrance of four generations of women in my family. It's loosely constructed around disturbing rites of passage, first experiences of freedom as a young person, and the loss of home. It's an attempt at regaining memory through finding the perfect food (in this case an apple or a pomegranate). My younger sister stands in for me, embarking on a journey through the city of Chicago, chasing a white rabbit of sorts. She is given a magical hatbox and becomes connected to a woman from the past who eventually leads her to the fruit, which will nourish her.