Lyneal Hendricks

We made one more stop at Lorna’s place, to meet her daughter. The way I experienced this moment was with a dark ambience, and I’ve continued to  remember it that way.

She was speaking to use from inside her tent as she folded her clothes, so I did not get a complete image of her face just as yet. I found myself depending on the screen of the camera that Twiggy was operating. I don’t remember if I’d already mentioned this, but Twiggy has a way with the camera. She directed the camera at her Lyneal’s hands, and I saw the complementary message that belonged to the essence of her speech.

Then her mouth was the camera’s main focus.

I don’t thinks was fully aware of herself in that moment, but as she said, “I thank God the I ended up here in the streets”, her mouth exposed her agony. She’s been fighting “the good fight”, and every time she says something that contradicts her true feelings, she grains some kind of defence against the powers that be.

Also this could all be some kind of saviour complex that kicked in from the privileged white lady that lives in all of us sheltered folks.

At only the age 19, Lyneal convinces herself that she has settled into defeat, but its quite obvious she hasn’t. I was 19 only 3 years ago, and I know what a woman that age wants wants, and I know what she looks like when she is not at peace. Once again, this all knowing pomposity that this statement comes with is coming from a place of physical comfort and a fear of losing said comfort.

Eventually she came out of the tent to help her mother with the laundry, and that’s when I first saw her in her somatic entirety.

The look in her eyes suggested euphoria, and in this same thought; survival. Then there was this breakout on her face she would scratch at. This life is taking more from her than she is able to give.

When I began to use Lyneal as a lens through which to look at this park, it looked more and more like a community. These people reinvent the concept of sharing by taking it down to its most simple application; If you have enough, and another has none, share yours.

Where does the altruism disappear to when one achieves wealth

FUNDERS