Indivisible: Sharon Sekhon's CSUF's Honors Class

I am very pleased to present square number 136, a work created by Rebekah K., a student in Professor Sharon Sekhon's Honors Class at California State University Fullerton:

Marker and paint on paper, 2018.

Our phones have become an integral part of our lives as they are our main way we communicate with each other and access information across the globe. As Rebekah's work demonstrates here, much of our emotional state is linked to content coming and going from these devices.  We still make a choice what we want to see, read and access.  Sometimes it's a good idea to put your device away for a bit and have a in person face-to-face interaction.  :)

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Indivisible: Sharon Sekhon's CSUF's Honors Class

I am happy to present square number 135, a work created by Kyle S., a student in Professor Sharon Sekhon's Honors Class at California State University Fullerton:

Love, mixed media on paper, 2018.

I love Kyle S's square "LOVE."  This charming work shows people of various ages, ethnicities and genders happily spending time together, waiting for the rest of us to catch up to their loving example.

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Indivisible: Sharon Sekhon's CSUF's Honors Class

I am happy to present square number 134, a work created by Courtney W., a student in Professor Sharon Sekhon's Honors Class at California State University Fullerton:

Collage, pen marker on paper, 2018.

Courtney's piece touches on what keeps everyone going in such a politicized, mentally and emotionally difficult and often negative climate: HOPE.  She lists some of the groups that have been most impacted by our current administration's rhetoric and actions: Immigrants, children, LGBT, victims, women, families.


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Indivisible: Sharon Sekhon's CSUF's Honors Class

I am very pleased to present square number 133, a work created by Alexandria O., a student in Professor Sharon Sekhon's Honors Class at California State University Fullerton:

Change is Gonna Come, marker, pen on paper, 2018.

Sam Cooke wrote the song "A Change is Gonna Come" in 1964, based around several experiences including"...an event in which he and his entourage were turned away from a whites-only motel in Louisiana. Cooke felt compelled to write a song that spoke to his struggle and of those around him, and that pertained to the Civil Rights Movement and African Americans…" (from Wikipedia.)

Lyrics to Sam Cooke's song:

I was born by a river, oh my
In this little old tent
Oh, just like this river
I've been running ever since
It's been alone

Lord, I'm coming but I know, but I know
A change is gotta come, now
Yes, it is, my oh, my oh, my oh

It's been too hard livin', oh my
And I'm afraid to die
I don't know what's up there
Beyond the clouds
It's been alone

Lord, I'm coming but I know, but I know
A change is gotta come
Oh, yes it is, my oh, my oh, my

There's a time
I will go to my brother, oh my
I've asked my brother
Will you help me please, oh now, oh now

He turned me down
And then I asked my little mother, oh my
I said mother, I said mother
I'm down on my knees

It's been time that I go
Lord, it's too late, very long, oh now, oh
Somehow I thought I was still able
To try to carry on
It's been alone

Lord, but I'm coming that I've know
A change is gonna come
Oh, yes, it is

Just like I said
I went to my little bitty brother, oh my, my little brother
I asked my brother
Brother, help me please, oh now

He turned me down
And then I go to my little mother
My dear mother, oh now
I said, ?Mother?, I said, ?Mother, I'm down on my knees?

But there was a time that I go
Lord, it's too late, so very long, oh, my oh
Somehow I thought I was still able
To try to carry on
It's been alone

Lord, I'm coming but I know, but I know
A change is gotta come
It's been so long, it's been so long
A little too long
But change is gotta come

So tired, so tired of suffering
Standing by myself
And standing up alone
But a change is gonna come

You know, I know
You know that
I know and I know
And you know
A change is gonna come

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Indivisible: Sharon Sekhon's CSUF's Honors Class

I am happy to present square number 132, a work created by Ayanna L., a student in Professor Sharon Sekhon's California State University Fullerton's Honors Class:

Marker and collage on paper, 2018

Ayanna's square calls us to action and reminds us to not be complacent about the goings on in our world.  The best quote: "Deepen your sympathy, then convert it to ACTION." 

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Indivisible: Sharon Sekhon's CSUF's Honors Class

I am happy to present square number 131, a work created by Elizabeth W., a student in Professor Sharon Sekhon's Honors Class at California State University Fullerton:

Unity, collage on paper, 2018.

One of the themes chosen most often for this project is UNITY.  View the words highlighted in Elizabeth's square, within the strong image of the grasped hands: Women of grit, diversity, spirited leader.

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Indivisible: Sharon Sekhon's CSUF's Honors Class

I am happy to present square number 130, a work created by Cindy P., a student in Professor Sharon Sekhon's Honors Class at California State University Fullerton:

Marker, pen, pastel on paper, 2018.

In the image, people are gathered on the tops of buildings around New York, gazing out at the Statue of Liberty as the sun rises or set beyond her. The sonnet by Emma Lazarus titled "The New Colossus" written in 1883 and engraved in 1903 on a bronze plaque mounted inside the pedestal of the statue says:


Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame. “Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!” Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

Powerful words.  Please keep sending your squares to the Indivisible Project.