This past weekend my family decided to go give to the homeless down in Tijuana, Mexico. So we hosted an event at my house and recieved hundreds of donations. That same night, we made over 500 burritos so we could pass out food as well, apart from the blankets and clothes. The next day we arrived at the camp of imported imigrants, which they are homeless, I could not bare see my eyes all there was. So much aggression, anger, tensions, want, need, exasperation, ect. It was just too much to handle. All those people. Later, my grandfather told me that the U.S. has deported half a million imigrants. All those people are homeless, I tried to capture an image. I tried to describe it to my boyfriend, but I couldn't, so I drew it. And here it is. I called it "Unknown"