Home Sweet Home

Medium: Colored pencil and emotional memory

Art is the silent scream of my soul. This woman is a symbol of me — and of those like me — who fight with every part of their being to preserve their culture and protect their home “In a land where the soil cracks from thirst and grief, she kneels—holding what’s left of home, bleeding memory into the dust. Her red hair flows like a wounded river, her tears silent testimonies under the cold gaze of the all-seeing eye. A single flower dares to rise from the barren earth—a fragile rebellion.