Art
I created a survey for english, and when asked the question what the perfect person is to them, I was surprised to see that many people stated aspects about themselves they like. Either directly or indirectly. I decided to take photos of people who took the questionnaire and put above them what about them they found beautiful. I choose to do the project in a more positive way, by selecting aspects about themselves they like instead of what they would change. I did it this way because it shows that everyone has something they subosasly like about themselves and look for in other people. Most people have a very negative look on themself, so I decided to point out the good parts about them, that they said themselves they liked.
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History
This Afighan woman is writing a letter to her mom, saying how her perspective of her mom changed over the years. Now that she is older she sees how the world she lives in is unfair, because women are treated like property. She is expressing how not being aloud to have non blood members see her lowers her self confidence. She is writing the letter to her mom to forgive her, because she was upset that her mom left to a woman selter, that is very tabo and there are many honor killings because of it. And now that she is a mom she is trying to give her children a good life like her mother did to her
Dear mother,
I remember being a child looking up into your eyes, staring back down at me. Your smile always was wide and inviting, making every little problem go away. I saw you as a strong, confident woman, you were my savor that I could always count on. Mom I miss you singing to me at night, and the way you made everyone feel comfortable and safe. I miss the warmth of your hands that use to hold me tight.
I strive to be like you now that I am ageing, and have birthed children of my own. But the more I strive to be like you, the weaker I feel inside. Worthless, and will never live up to you. I’m not as brave as you and never was, but I try so hard and each day I hurt more inside. The other wifes of my husband thinks of me as confident and confines in me when they are down or need help. But I have nobody to go to, I have no one to confide in. And I now see the pain you have endured when you were here. You were my rock, you were my angel that guided me through the night. But you were also human, and you felt like everyone else, you felt the sorrows, and you felt the hatred. You too were chained down by shackles to the men of our world. But no one ever saw that from you.
I look back now at my young life, when I was just as small of the children of my own. How peaceful, and beautiful I thought the world really was. Everything was bright when you were near, and I want and I hope that is how life is for my children. I always thought because I was one of the few who learned to read and write, that your marriage was good, but then why did you leave?
I use to lay awake at night after the marriage, dad had arranged, thinking of you. You made me happy, just the thought of your brave sole, and knowing I will be able to visit you soon. But that one night, when I heard you left and would never return I grew angry. Rage built up in my body, and no longer did I see you as a protector. No longer did I imagine you in my head as my confident brave mother I once did. I saw you as a coward, running away from your family, seeking shelter for your own, to go protect yourself leaving your daughter behind. Dad, and your sons went to go chase you down but luckily they came back empty handed and your life was spared.
I wanted to forget you and erase your from my mind, but I couldn't, all I could think about was you. I fell into a depression, the endless sadness caused me so much pain from my husband. He would hit me daily for being in pain. Until I found out that I would soon be a mother. My rage and anger for you slowly faded into nothing, along with sadness, because I knew I had to be strong like you were for my children.
Mother, I am writing you this letter today to ask for you to forgive me for being angry at you. Those selfish thoughts I once thought were not true, you were always brave. You escaped from this life, you broke the chains and made a life of your own. The blacked out windows, and the shame to show yourself has been lifted. So please forgive me mother, I miss you dear and dream to be a version of you. Thank you for being in my life and showing me happiness.
I remember being a child looking up into your eyes, staring back down at me. Your smile always was wide and inviting, making every little problem go away. I saw you as a strong, confident woman, you were my savor that I could always count on. Mom I miss you singing to me at night, and the way you made everyone feel comfortable and safe. I miss the warmth of your hands that use to hold me tight.
I strive to be like you now that I am ageing, and have birthed children of my own. But the more I strive to be like you, the weaker I feel inside. Worthless, and will never live up to you. I’m not as brave as you and never was, but I try so hard and each day I hurt more inside. The other wifes of my husband thinks of me as confident and confines in me when they are down or need help. But I have nobody to go to, I have no one to confide in. And I now see the pain you have endured when you were here. You were my rock, you were my angel that guided me through the night. But you were also human, and you felt like everyone else, you felt the sorrows, and you felt the hatred. You too were chained down by shackles to the men of our world. But no one ever saw that from you.
I look back now at my young life, when I was just as small of the children of my own. How peaceful, and beautiful I thought the world really was. Everything was bright when you were near, and I want and I hope that is how life is for my children. I always thought because I was one of the few who learned to read and write, that your marriage was good, but then why did you leave?
I use to lay awake at night after the marriage, dad had arranged, thinking of you. You made me happy, just the thought of your brave sole, and knowing I will be able to visit you soon. But that one night, when I heard you left and would never return I grew angry. Rage built up in my body, and no longer did I see you as a protector. No longer did I imagine you in my head as my confident brave mother I once did. I saw you as a coward, running away from your family, seeking shelter for your own, to go protect yourself leaving your daughter behind. Dad, and your sons went to go chase you down but luckily they came back empty handed and your life was spared.
I wanted to forget you and erase your from my mind, but I couldn't, all I could think about was you. I fell into a depression, the endless sadness caused me so much pain from my husband. He would hit me daily for being in pain. Until I found out that I would soon be a mother. My rage and anger for you slowly faded into nothing, along with sadness, because I knew I had to be strong like you were for my children.
Mother, I am writing you this letter today to ask for you to forgive me for being angry at you. Those selfish thoughts I once thought were not true, you were always brave. You escaped from this life, you broke the chains and made a life of your own. The blacked out windows, and the shame to show yourself has been lifted. So please forgive me mother, I miss you dear and dream to be a version of you. Thank you for being in my life and showing me happiness.