“Unearthing the Secrets: What the Ashes Reveal About Our Past and Future”
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I was nineteen and John and I had been married for eight months when my drawing professor assigned us the theme of family for our next portrait. I drew a woman huddled on a bed, her bruised face clouded with anxiety. The shadowy figure of a man stood in the doorway behind her.
I thought I had found another way to speak. I couldn’t say the words I needed, but I could use my art to depict my life, and the place I was trapped. When I remember this drawing, it’s perfect, full of meaning and thick with emotion. I carried it to school in my black vinyl portfolio. After class and when most of the other students had already turned in their assignments, I slipped it into the middle of the pile.
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