It was late afternoon, as we gathered into the grey concrete-block home. Using the only light that peaked through the small openings on opposite sides of the room, we began to remove the gently worn tennis shoes from the thick dark green military-styled bags. On the dull floors, a few other members began to separate the piles by sections, Men, Women and Children, then by size.
In orderly fashion, each local woman stepped in, scanned the floor, then happily grabbed a pair before exiting. Coming from overseas, we could only carry enough to provide one pair per family in the small town of Barassa. Each time a woman entered the dimly lit room, I wondered if she would choose a pair for her child, which child, her self, or her husband.
As the children shoes began to dwindle away, the women sizes followed. The line and crowd outside diminished with only a few local women remaining. One by one, the last few women entered the room, but this time exited empty handed. Our leader Roy, who’s visited Haiti three times a year for over 20 years, stepped aside to speak with his local friend to find out what was going on. When he returned, he gathered us to explain that we’d brought way too many men’s shoes, but not enough for the women and children. The mood in the room instantly grew …show more content…
Volunteering for the Creative Time Summit allowed me to participate in the production of a large scale, multi-day conference that connects the arts with social justice. Attendee’s included Innovative artists, activists, writers, and curators. As the Junior Producer and Gallery Coordinator at the creative communication agency Exposure, I was responsible for all the in-house exhibition logistics and assisted with the production of on-site and off-site creative projects, photo-shoots, and exhibitions. I’ve also began to broaden my professional skillset to documentary film production, film editing and curatorial
In orderly fashion, each local woman stepped in, scanned the floor, then happily grabbed a pair before exiting. Coming from overseas, we could only carry enough to provide one pair per family in the small town of Barassa. Each time a woman entered the dimly lit room, I wondered if she would choose a pair for her child, which child, her self, or her husband.
As the children shoes began to dwindle away, the women sizes followed. The line and crowd outside diminished with only a few local women remaining. One by one, the last few women entered the room, but this time exited empty handed. Our leader Roy, who’s visited Haiti three times a year for over 20 years, stepped aside to speak with his local friend to find out what was going on. When he returned, he gathered us to explain that we’d brought way too many men’s shoes, but not enough for the women and children. The mood in the room instantly grew …show more content…
Volunteering for the Creative Time Summit allowed me to participate in the production of a large scale, multi-day conference that connects the arts with social justice. Attendee’s included Innovative artists, activists, writers, and curators. As the Junior Producer and Gallery Coordinator at the creative communication agency Exposure, I was responsible for all the in-house exhibition logistics and assisted with the production of on-site and off-site creative projects, photo-shoots, and exhibitions. I’ve also began to broaden my professional skillset to documentary film production, film editing and curatorial