
Reyinyon Fanmi, 2022
After being reunited with my birth family, I made a family tree full of pictures they sent me. I projected my dad's retelling of my adoption story, and videos my family sent me, along with home videos my adoptive mom took of me growing up. In the middle of the room lies a sculpture signifying what I believe my childhood home looked like- "To Mom and Dad, Love Naomie."
There are two masks dedicated to my family.
Claire Berky Dorné- my birth mother's death certificate.
A mask made up of my half sibling's birth certificates.
This art show was truly a full circle moment for me.
Transcript of my birth father
I married Sarah’s mother in the month of August of 1998. Within 11 months, Sarah was born on July 7, 1999.. Her mother had eclampsia causing Sarah to be born early at just 7 months gestation. The baby was very small, when her mother gave birth to her; and I felt that only the people at the orphanage could give her life. When I told Sister Cocotte, she took the baby and gave her to Sister Smith and Melinda. After a little while and after the funeral, they asked what I to do, did I want to give her up and I said, “yes, I am going to give her to you” because I knew there was nothing, I could do for her, she was very, very small and there was nothing I could do to help her. I was told there were some processes that would need to take place, if I wanted to give her up, because when it was time for her to go to the airport to leave the country there would need to be paperwork showing that her parents agreed for her to go. So, I made the birth certificate and death certificate and other paperwork to show that her parents agreed to allow her to go.
I was very attached to the baby, so I was asked several times if I was sure this is what I wanted to do. I said, “yes,” because I knew that with her being born prematurely, I only wanted her to live, even if I never saw her again in this life. As long as she was able to have life and be alive, that was enough for me. I wasn’t married to her mother long, when I lost her, and the baby was all I had left of my marriage to her mother. I loved my baby very much and as long I knew she would live and have life, that was enough for me.