Mami Wata: Heal the Children of War Through Art – Entry 12

The Brushstroke of Freedom Lives On – Entry 12

As the red-raw earth of Padertown trembled beneath the celebrating feet of former child abductees, African drumming lit the flame of both traditional and modern dance while shooting stars painted the perfect evening across the sky. After one month of sharing the power of art with the beautiful souls of ‘Friends of Orphans’ the time has come for the Mami Wata Art Therapy Project to move on to Lira,

Mami Wata: Heal the Children of War Through Art – Entry 11

Colors Send Love Into the Darkest Corners – Entry 11

Together teachers and students walk hand in hand into the unknown; the
light of creative freedom guides us through the darkest regions of the
globe and into the endless potential of the human heart.
In the land where the Lords Resistence Army slaughtered the local
community and cooked their flesh, as an intimidation tactic, it is no
wonder that the trauma within the subconscious of these youth
expressed itself through the emotional attachment to the color red.

Mami Wata: Heal the Children of War Through Art – Entry 10

The Colors of Love Have Emerged – Entry 10

Heavy artillery blew holes into the human psyche of Northern Uganda; however, as water rejuvenates dehydrated cells, colors awaken the dormant creativity within and together as one we are liberated from suffering. It is said that you cannot fill a cup that is already full. The war that plagued this region for decades left the land and the souls who inhabit it empty. Years later, the colors of love have returned and are now spreading throughout this landscape,

Mami Wata: Heal the Children of War Through Art – Entry 9

The Trees of Uganda Witness Life Return to the War Youth – Entry 9

“What time will we arrive?” The inevitable question was posed. “Someone could give you a thousand answers and never be right,” the bus driver responded. Dust consumed everything in sight as life ran backwards. Villages composed of the ancestral “yurts” with thatched roofs, passed by as history stood still. With our faces painted with red-earth and the concept of time slipping into a hurricane of illusions,

Mami Wata: Heal the Children of War Through Art – Entry 8

Listen to the Paint of Children – Entry 8

The lotus flower emerges from the sludge and grows into the symbol of enlightenment. Painted by the rough hands of former debt-bonded slaves in 2011, these soft petals bless the canvas of their new life. The brush of creativity replaces the endless skin-tearing brick of the factories near Varanasi, India. Here in Goma, the Democratic Republic of Congo, mango trees bare heavenly fruit even in the center of the barbwire jungle… and so does humanity!

Mami Wata: Heal the Children of War Through Art – Entry 7:

Mami Wata: The Children of War Paint the Redemption of Humanity – Entry 7:

Make no mistake, there are moments here in the Democratic Republic of the Congo when it feels as if angels are falling from the sky with hearts of ash when bare witness to the atrocities of humanity. In moments of heavy thought there is little distinction between this reality and Apocalypse Now. The endless rippling of sound carries the helicopters across the sky nearly twenty-four hours a day,

Mami Wata: Heal the Children of War Through Art – Entry 6

Mami Wata: Children of War Walk Through the Gateway to Creative Freedom – Entry 6

The smell of sulfur is in the air, the sky is overcast with a slight drizzle, historically January is the time when the volcano comes alive, and flashbacks of the last catastrophic eruption simmer in the back of the mind that walks beside me. We turn the corner and a huge mural is staring back at us through the eyes of every color of nature’s pallet.

Mami Wata: Heal the Children of War through Art – Entry 5:

Mami Wata: Heal the Children of War through Art – Entry 5:

While fourteen children touched paintbrushes for the very first time in their lives, citizens of Goma stormed the streets with crosses and coffins on the otherside of town. Life is a choice and I deeply admire the street children who chose the classroom, while a desperate desire for revenge lured the masses to the streets. There was a rumor spreading like a black plague feeding a hope that the president of Rwanda was dead.

Mami Wata: Heal the Children Of War Through Art – Entry 4:

Mami Wata: Heal the Children Of War with Art – Entry 4:

What association do you have when you think of barbwire? Danger, the need for security, death, war… you most likely have black and white images imprinted into your psyche of the dead hanging off barbed wire from WWII, but can you imagine it becoming such an integrated part of life that you use it to dry your underwear? Every house that can afford it in Goma,

Mami Wata: Heal the Children Of War Through Art – Entry 3:

MAMI WATA: HEAL THE CHILDREN OF WAR THROUGH ART – Entry 3:
As I bounced up and down upon the back of a motorcycle taxi in the Red Zone of the Democratic Republic of the Congo, I did not shift my gaze from Nyiragongo straight ahead. Jet streams of smoke poured out from the tip of this silhouetted cone like mountain, and I finally understood where the smell of burning incense was coming from. There are 9 surrounding volcanos,