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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). Bleeding objects are very common...
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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). Bleeding objects are very common in the children’s drawings.Topic for this session: Dealing with loss.
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 a bomb blew his head off. He remained standing for a few moments with the candy bar in his hand.Topic for this session: Dealing with loss.
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, during and after the war.
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.
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. She is sweet, calm, and polite. You feel she has something inside, but you don’t see it... you feel like you need more time to discover it.The girl said, the black stands for fear, the red stands for blood.
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.The first step was a pencil drawing. The student drew a symbolic border, then added elements that were "bad things." Next, the bad things were colored, to give them "life.
Artwork completed in the Bogovadja Serbian refugee camp.
I am fine, he said. But this is what is in my head, he said, pointing to the wild paint strokes and spatters.
She said, no, the person is not me, it is an angry ghost ("shabh").