I am overwhelmed with thoughts of the strange and unfamiliar containing forces that I will not be equipped to handle. Moving to unfamiliar city that appeared rough and its people unpredictable left me feeling vulnerable. It is difficult to articulate what I am ultimately afraid of, but I long for a sense of security and seek respite from emotions I do not fully understand. These insecurities have led me to make enameled handheld objects that contain my uneasy state. The unfamiliar becomes manageable in my hand, able to be contemplated, clutched, or tucked away.