The Migrant Mother
I remember when I first heard about the Great Depression, just a few months after I moved to the United States, my teacher was showing us photographs of how much these people suffer. I didn’t enjoy that much art at the time (still don’t), I would see a picture and just think “oh wow” then move on. “The Migrant Mother” that’s what Ms. Espinal said it name was, when I asked, I remember just staring at it and just seeing my family instead. We left our home with the look for a better life with barely anything on us.
One thing I like about the old time like in films and photographs were the use of monochrome or black and white, it makes think of good and evil. Looking at this picture it mostly made me see the evil and sadness
I remember when I first heard about the Great Depression, just a few months after I moved to the United States, my teacher was showing us photographs of how much these people suffer. I didn’t enjoy that much art at the time (still don’t), I would see a picture and just think “oh wow” then move on. “The Migrant Mother” that’s what Ms. Espinal said it name was, when I asked, I remember just staring at it and just seeing my family instead. We left our home with the look for a better life with barely anything on us.
One thing I like about the old time like in films and photographs were the use of monochrome or black and white, it makes think of good and evil. Looking at this picture it mostly made me see the evil and sadness