I was eight when I got introduced to the war, I did not know that it is a scary thing, I thought it was like an argument between Two sides that didn’t agree on one thing, I thought it is like the argues that happens between Siblings, friends, or loved ones.
I thought they would end up hugging each other, And no one would be hurt. I was eight when I saw them ending up dead, DEAD! drowned in their blood, Everyone around us in shock scared to take a step Foreword or to the back.
I was nine when saw kids dying, and mothers crying, They killed her kids in front of her eyes, They took her soul and kept telling her that she will be fine. I saw the fear in my father’s eyes, The fear of losing us in the same way these people lost. And my mother is trying to hide the tears That just rolled on her cheeks.
I was nine when I saw fathers crying carrying their kids In between their hands and the blood is Dripping from them like it's coming to its end. Running around asking for help trying to save their child's life. But ended up falling apart the moment their Kid left and will never come back.
The light of the sun became a night without a moon, It looks like the moon is even scared to come out And share the sadness with them. The sun became colder than an ice mountain, It seems like the sun is scared to give them its heat, Scared of hurting them and turning their coals on.
But it turned out that one will win, And one will be gone. I understood what war is when I missed half of my loved ones And the other half were forever gone. But what can I do I was only nine.
Q5. I used old clothes (jeans and cotton) that cannot be used and made some changes in them to make them be more relatable to my massage. I also used paint to write on them to make the idea stands up more for the audience. This material reminds me of the refugees of anyone who is running from the war, because they Q7. Yes, because I feel I was able to send my massage clearly to the audience. And, because I did my best to do this project. And it because it is not only my story, but also a million of kids’ story. Q8. I would give it a nine because I still feel that there is something missing, but I do not know what it is. But other than that, I think I did very well with the creativity showing the Idea clearly. It was not complicated to figure out the theme that is behind the art piece. It is connected to my childhood and a million of other children hood. I think my idea turned out very clear and effective. Q9. I would also give it a nine because it would be better if the photoshoot was in an old destroyed place, it would show the theme clearer and would be more realistic. I paid attention to the small details like the make uo on the model face and the words that are written on the shirt and the jeans. I also made sure to rip them from places and I used old broken toys to represent the kid and how they do not even have what every normal kid has. I mostly focused on how to show the lost kids who lives in the war, who just want to live a good normal childhood without having the fear to sleep and never wakeup. I think my piece is gallery- ready!