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Mon July 1, 2013
Finding Home: Portraits of Courage
Diana Greene makes multimedia stories that explore our sense of identity, place and memory. Chip Bristol is a Chaplain at Prodigals Community looking for ways to blend the creative with the spiritual in the context of twelve-step living, his writing, and painting. The traveling exhibit Finding Home: Portraits of Courage brought them together to empower the men recovering from addiction at Prodigals Community to share their decisions to live clean and sober lives.
The exhibition opens on July 8th, at 5:30 pm and will be open until September 30th. There will be a free reception at the Winston-Salem Central Library on August 28th from 5:30-7:00 p.m.
Here is an example of what you'll see in the exhibition, Finding Home: Portraits of Courage. This essay is by Victor whose picture is below.
I was always the weird kid, the outsider, the loner. I wanted what everyone else had - the popularity and friends - and because of that I found myself changing all the time, being the chameleon, because I felt I didn’t fit in. That’s why I eventually did drugs. They made me feel like I belonged, a part of. Drugs opened that door.
On top of me being the addict, there was the growing up bi-racial, growing up with my white mom, not knowing my Dad, and then there was the sexuality part, because, oh my God, if the world ever found out that I was a gay everything would stop, the focus and spotlight would be on me and it would all be over.
In recovery, we’re taught our secrets make us sick. I knew I needed to get that poison out. When I did, I felt like I released that and, in turn, I gained more love and respect from my brothers. I no longer feel like a worthless piece of crap now. I’m not 100% there yet, but I’ve made progress. I’m not so scared now. I love me. I deserve to be happy. I deserve the best of what God wants for me.