This year there were four people from my hometown who have died from substance abuse. They were all young and healthy, sending shock waves throughout my suburban hometown. One of which, I grew up with since I was three. With the rising opioid epidemic in the United States, there has been a clash between our view of victims and our cultural perspective from the War on Drugs. Watching politicians talk about it loosely and not addressing addicts as actual people has been numbing. My cousin died two years ago due to heroin, leaving behind a son who was three years old. In my piece Mother I am exploring the relationship between addicts and their addiction. The figure stance of Mother Mary is one of love, security, and hope. Represented through fabric, her stance conveys those ideals until the clay disintegrates, leaving behind a syringe. While drugs can become a place for solace and refuge, no one forgets its danger. People seek this hollow salvation through drugs however they do not want to become an addict. It felt important for me to highlight this relationship and reframe it in a relatable experience for those who have not faced addiction before.
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