Mothers #2 – Oil Painting On Board
Here, I use my platform as an artist to send a message of identification regardless of our differences. Additionally, I dream of us freely walking the streets, having coffee together within and beyond our borders, and of our children playing together.
As parents, we work hard on either side of the border, just to put food on the table and keep up with the bills. Sometimes the demands of work and life leave us too tired and often many parents have no energy left to oversee their children and the choices they make. Moreover, children may become easy prey targeted by sinister forces lurking in wait for them in the streets. Consequently, even the most caring and loving parents may be helpless in the face of peer pressure, gangs, or terror groups.
It breaks my heart to see people and organizations who deeply believe it is their ethical right to hate those who are different and whose beliefs are different. Also, in wars of hate children become collateral damage and unfortunately this message gets passed down from one generation to the next. As long as hate, racism and intolerance is passed down from one generation to the next there can never be peace.
Regardless of the circumstances, when a child dies, loving parents feel a sharp pain and loss. This unbearable feeling is true for all parents.