Ghost Apsara WIP

I remember watching a documentary about the S-21 Death Camps in Cambodia, and how horrific it was to see all the human skulls lined up in a row. It felt like the skulls were staring right into my soul.

I imagined the people that each skull had belonged to- they all had hopes, dreams, and potential- that was all stripped away from them.

The cost of that Genocide was more than just lives- we lost art, doctors, teachers, and so many other things that are crucial to our culture. I thought about the lost teachings and knowledge- and the spiritual devastation to our souls. How would that manifest? What would that look like?

I started this piece to try to work through that- though it's unfinished. Namely because it's been pretty difficult for me emotionally. I don't know how folks will respond, but I feel like it bears mentioning and remembering, lest we repeat our mistakes.

Work in Progress- but perhaps I'll make it an oil painting