I once worked in a refugee camp in Azerbaijan on an education project. The principal of their makeshift school told me one day he was a principal in a large school with one hundred staff. Days later he was in a camp struggling to set up some semblance of a school with a handful of teachers. He did not plan on being a refugee. Yet, there he was. He could be me. They could be us. Millions and millions of refugees, thrown from their homes by war. Why?
The movement and depth you’ve created with this design engenders the grief and horror of the subject matter. Brilliant work.
Thank you!
Empire and greed
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Leslie, this is a powerful story and a powerful representation of it in your poster. Whew!
Thanks, Wend. I carry around that principal’s face when he was telling me that story.