For my printmaking class we had to make a screen print regarding the idea that "public" and "private" places don't really exist in the way we think they do. I decided to do my project on the South African apartheid because there was no public space at all. Everyone was divided. Families were divided. And that's the par...t that gets to me. These African people were separated based on their skin color and sent to live in different places from their brothers, sisters, and parents. It makes me think... my mom has lots of freckles, and I tan well. We would be separated. That's scary, and that is something that was real to these people. I put the image on shirts because I want people to wear this young girl the way this young girl had to wear her identity as a number. I put them on people I love because if I were her, I would never get to see these people. We would be separate. We are lucky in America. Even if college is expensive and jobs are sparse. At least we belong to our families. Be thankful that you are allowed to be near who you want. Its a fucking gift.