I slowly pace myself through the halls and rooms of this beautiful mysterious building. My eyes wonder viewing not only the beauty of the building but of the artwork displayed in every room of the building. As we keep walking my mind keeps trailing off to what the artist are trying to tell not only me but also everyone who sees their art. I walk into the chapel and make my way upstairs, I cant pull my head back together. I am questioning not only myself but also the world I have lived in for 19 years. I didn’t just look at art, but was taught about what happened or what is happening around me that I never knew about. I have been so ArtPrize before and I have visited other venues but never before have I walked out of a venue still pondering…show more content… In the same room as 200+, I saw a little art piece hung up on the wall; it drew my attention because it was made all out of clothes. It had a house that was on fire and a dress made out of all name brand clothing tags. The piece is called Greed Kills by Marilyn Hrymak. She made the piece as a memorial to the one thousand two hundred and forty six Bangladesh garment worked that were all killed in three different disasters that were said could have been preventable. These disasters all happened between two thousand and twelve and two thousand and thirteen. The workers that were killed were mostly women who did not receive much pay at all. As I read on I realized that the dress in the piece was made out of all tags from companies that manufactures at the facilities in the disasters or had a record of garment worker violations in third world countries. As I was looking at all the brands I realized that I was actually wearing one. I wear these companies clothes everyday never knowing the injustices that happened to these workers. While at Fountain Street Church I was learning about the outside world and the horror of things I had never known…show more content… Many of them leave you angry or even in pain knowing what is happening to other people. It kills me knowing how easy my life is and that I am not doing anything about these issues. On my way out of the venue I was startled by an art piece. It was a 3D ceramic piece. I thought I had an idea of what it could be but I wasn’t really sure until I read it. This was the piece that was stuck in my head for days after I had left the venue. Unspeakable series made by Sana Musasama was what I believe was one of the most moving, mind-blowing, and heartbreaking pieces at Fountain Street Church. The artists made the piece to make what is happening to girls all over the world real. This is something that has been happening to girls and women for a very long time. She was talking about female circumcision. They do this in attempt to control women’s sexuality and modesty. This piece and so many more at Fountain Street Church leave lasting emotions about our