Throughout my first year attending art school at a post secondary institution as an International student I had begun to notice that the sharing of cultures was not as prominently a high priority by the school and there felt like there was a lack in collaborative work unless it happened on our own time. I began to reflect on my experience, and uncomfortably found that my presence was more about business for the school that cultural practices. In this response I sneaked into the institution the night before their final year gallery show and left my opinion. In Money Does Not Grow On Trees I expressed my experience through black and white international currencies bundled with leaves in burlap as if one just robbed a bank.

My experience has been far too expensive, causing me to work on horrible jobs to pay for my education. It does not feel like the sharing of cultures is a part of it, but that it is just about the money.

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