Title: Deprived
Pencils on paper
*Framed*
Pencils on paper
*Framed*
Dreams we all have, rights to basic needs we all have and happiness, we all deserve. Everyone is born great but not all die great. How painful it is to be born into an awful environment that limits you. You eventually submit to these limitations fed to you in your infancy. Poverty is woven into the core of your being. Your subconscious mind is programmed to think poor and feel lesser than you deserve. Indeed life is not a race but it isn't fair either. We are all on the same platform sharing what the platform has to offer. If we all had the great start too things would be in chaos since the ill nature of man won't let one submit to his coequal. Who would do the dirty work? Who would volunteer to do the lesser job? That is to say the world is what it is, yet still it is painful to be born into the web of poverty. Some get out but some don't make it out.
In this piece you can see the signatures of poverty all over the child who is the focal point of this gloom-driven imagery. Torn cloth with it threads tossed about by the soft breeze that passes by, traces of dried streams of tears meandering along the cheeks towards the neck and the look of sadness sitting on her face. Her unusually dry skin gives away every texture in her skin even from a distance. At a glance you can tell she wants better but has been deprived.
