A visual representation that we are all items in this world. We are just numbers for different purposes.
I drew this as a form of protest to all the killing of unarmed black men. It is a drawing of an old African American lady crying with the scarf of the American flag on her head with guns inside.
We may choose to act like someone else or hide who we truly are but no matter how hard we try our true nature always comes out. The tape on mask represents us trying to keep hiding who we are and the cracks shown represnent our true nature keeps trying to come out (hence the mask breaking to reveal our face)
In Grade 9, It was rough.
My old friend Nzube
If you allow your heart to be wrapped around Jesus You will flourish
2015.... My first attempt at a face.
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