This art piece reflects how my childhood went by as a young kid. By the looks of it, the woman in the piece looks calm but crying blood reflects how much my parents used to say horrible things to me which of course hurt deep down inside. The plants in the background are the sense of joy I receive when taking care of my small garden and seeing it grow as time flies by. The large arc on top of the bushes is my hope for myself and my peers. As long as that arc is still standing I will try my best to progress through my unperfect life.