When I was first detained in adult jail I felt lonely, hurt and like no one cared about me. I was the smallest kid there and I was constantly picked on. I began to change mentally and physically as my emotions started to deteriorate. I was feeling angry and hateful all the time. I felt like I couldn’t trust anybody and that everyone was my enemy. As the months went by I lived day by day, just trying to survive.
My mask represents the hurt, pain and abandonment I felt while enclosed behind bars. The chards of glass and blood represent how I felt broken physically and mentally and the pain I went through. The dirt paints the picture of abandonment, the deterioration of my emotions, and the feeling of being left alone.