An Afghan inmate, a young girl looks through bars that she will be looking through for seven years of her young life.
She is in a prison for women in Kabul-she has been sold, raped and is sentenced to seven years in this prison in Afghanistan.
In Rural areas the women and girls are brought up to be submissive especially in public. From what I am to understand by the information I have found, they are even further restricted by village politics, local government, in some cases their own family.
What I read taught me that when the Taliban had its brutal rule until 2001 women were treated even worse. Women, children had no rights. Women at least now have constitutional rights but in rural areas these seem to be yet to be realized from the research I have gathered and as far as this young girl it appears to me she has no rights.
So my portrait today is born out of my, inspired by my research, my growing frustration, and my knowledge that there is nothing I can do right now but draw this portrait and say to you what I know right now. You can research more and I will research more and further my understanding of the Afghanistan culture and our war.
I created this portrait using graphite powder which I first applied to photographic paper that I had already had applied multiple ink washes that had dried, I wanted to go through process of darkness, then I used a brush to apply random splatters of the graphite which I had picked up on the brush from the paper, I wanted to first try to smooth the paper and then feel the energy, to express my own frustration with the brush-I let the graphite powder dry I then used the image I found of a girl who is one of many youth jailed in Afghanistan and I created a sketch on bond paper I then placed my sketch on top of the dried graphite and traced over my own sketch that was on bond paper to etch into the graphite exposing the multiple colors of ink. The process was for me both calming and contemplative and made me feel as though I was with her-this child-inside her cell, tracing the bars and feeling the long lines as though there was no time or nothing but time.