From the NY Times comes a fascinating story about how artwork done by child survivors of Katrina shows that the trauma of the hurricane has influenced thoughts of home and safety. Countless articles and at least five major studies have focused on the lasting trauma experienced by Hurricane Katrina survivors, warning of anxiety, difficulty in school, even suicidal impulses.
But few things illustrate the impact as effectively as the art that has come out of sessions under the large white tent that is the only community gathering spot at Renaissance Village, a gravel-covered former cow pasture with high truancy rates and little to occupy youngsters who do not know when, or if, they will return home.
Even now the children’s drawings are populated by alligators, dead birds, helicopters and rescue boats. At a session in May one 8-year-old, Brittney Barbarin, drew a swimming pool full of squiggly black lines. Asked who was in the pool, she replied, “Snakes.” Also, art therapists report that it's universally common for young children around the world to draw houses as a square, topped by a pointy roof, outfitted with doors and windows. However, when asked to draw a house, the young children of Katrina drew only a triangle. Says art therapist Karla Leopold, “We realized the internal schema of these children had changed. They weren’t drawing the house as a place of safety, they were drawing the roof.”
The drawings, photographs and sculptures, about 50 of which went on display Sunday at the New Orleans Museum of Art shows that the trauma did not end with the hurricane. Even now, there are few signs of recovery in the children's artwork. Let's hope that ends soon.
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Lex clavatoris designati rescindenda est.
(The Designater Hitter Rule has got to go)
