School of Hardknocks is another picture I found in my mother’s photo album of me in kindergarten. Looking at the photograph of me with other children, I start to question, where is that little Black girl. There are children all around me of different gender and race smiling but still there is an unexplainable sadness to my face. All of the children are smiling and looking at the camera except me. I can’t remember what I was going through at that age, like most children who experience trauma you hide your feelings because you do not know how to express them out of fear of punishment. What I enjoyed about School of Hardknocks is how the painting made me feel. I use vibrant bright colors and smiling faces to help unmask the reality of life. When I look at School of Hardknocks today, I ask, are there other children in the portrait being
School of Hardknocks is another picture I found in my mother’s photo album of me in kindergarten. Looking at the photograph of me with other children, I start to question, where is that little Black girl. There are children all around me of different gender and race smiling but still there is an unexplainable sadness to my face. All of the children are smiling and looking at the camera except me. I can’t remember what I was going through at that age, like most children who experience trauma you hide your feelings because you do not know how to express them out of fear of punishment. What I enjoyed about School of Hardknocks is how the painting made me feel. I use vibrant bright colors and smiling faces to help unmask the reality of life. When I look at School of Hardknocks today, I ask, are there other children in the portrait being