Once in awhile, I’m reminded of my bubble. The bubble I float in across space. The oily mist lets me imagine rainbows. Its composition allows me to glide and not dirty the ‘souls’ of my feet.
Today was one of the days my bubble smacked reality. I watched a documentary by Ross Kauffman and Zana Briski. Their film, Born into Brothels, shines white light on the children born into Calcutta’s red light district. These young children rarely tread on hope. Their feet are too busy cleaning, scouring and hiding behind makeshift curtains – the flimsy sheets separating them from their working mothers. Many young girls will eventually take up their mothers’ occupation, some starting at age eleven. Some will be sold by their fathers.
The bright side of this award-winning film is the “power of art to transform lives.” Ms. Briski, a talented photographer takes several of Calcutta’s children under her wing. They learn that beauty can be found behind a lens. Ms. Briski goes beyond teacher as she dedicates herself to these young lives. She organizes an exhibit of their work in NYC to highlight their desperate situation. Of the children permitted to leave, Ms. Briski manages to secure them places in boarding schools. While some children return to the brothels of Calcutta, others are able to learn of hope and a better life…
Thank you. May you hold on dear to your loved ones.
Calcutta Window sketched in the dark while watching documentary.