For the past couple years I haven't been able to make the kind of art I love. My class assignment guidelines have been pretty strict and sometimes I struggle with balancing the guidelines and my voice. To me, good art is art that changes your perception of something. This quarter I finally had the opportunity/ was given the time to do a piece that means something to me and hopefully to others as well. This piece is titled Racism. The voice is a man from the 1943 U.S. Office of War Information.