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Posts by Emma Birches
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Artwork by students in Kakuma Refugee Camp, Kenya
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Artwork by students in Kakuma Refugee Camp, Kenya
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Artwork by students in Kakuma Refugee Camp, Kenya
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Artwork by students in Kakuma Refugee Camp, Kenya
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Artwork by students in Kakuma Refugee Camp, Kenya
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A mother comes into her house to find her son dead in the bed, riddled with bullets. The other child is crying. “Razan” is the artist’s name (at the top).
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The girl who drew this witnessed the scene. There is a burning hospital in the upper-right. A mother is crying for her son in the lower left. The child in the bottom center was eating a candy bar when...
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The boy's father was shot, and the red spots rare his blood against the wall and window of the house. Drawing by a 10 year old Syrian boy. Topic for session: draw your impression of life before, durin...
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Drawn by a Syrian refugee girl in a tea garden in Reyhanli. A family in the snow.Topic for session: Draw the future you hope for.
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Topic for this session: Scary bad things in two colors. Khalid recalls: she is a very sensitive girl who thinks before she speaks. When she speaks, you like to listen to her.
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A drawing of "bad things" by a Syrian refugee child in the Free Syria School. The class was taught by David Gross. The exercise involved quick drawings, of 2 minutes each, in three parts.
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Artwork completed in the Bogovadja Serbian refugee camp.
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I am fine, he said. But this is what is in my head, he said, pointing to the wild paint strokes and spatters.
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She said, no, the person is not me, it is an angry ghost ("shabh").
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The picture is of a djinn (genie). There is a girl in the picture. The djinn follows her. The eyes are of the girl, she has cried so much her eyes are red. The girl is frightened.
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I was going home, when I was in Sweden. It was raining. My phone died, it was not working. I was sad because I could not play on my phone. Yes, that is my very sad day.
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Outside my school, here in Hungary, the bullies beat me up.
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Two months ago, when my grandfather died. It was hard for me then. I am crying in the painting. I've drawn the grave of my grandfather.
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