still a storyteller
The show:
April 1-April 19th
Reception and opening April 5th 3:00 -5:00 pm
I may not be around other than at the reception.
It's free and in held in the Mills college art museum.
In the work I've done for researching my Thesis project, I've solidified my concept.
I'm making art boxes out of pine. I'm telling my story, with a little adjustment and storytelling license.
I'm going to continue my portraits separately. This is a self portrait of where I came from.
Why is it important that I wallow in the beautiful? By contrast to the fucked upedness that was my youth.
I have a lot of books out on scientific and studies of the mind of the abused.
My boxes are about child abuse. My own, and that of others I know.
None of the phrases or stories are invented.
I'm making one box to hold my memories and concept of violence, and bodily damage. It will contain implements of my physical childhood pain, and or that of people I know.
Another will be showing the emotional and psychological ramifications of abuse.... often verbal.
the third will be indicating and exploring sexual abuse.
Holy shit, I've already had a couple of deeply screwy moments of breakdown. Meltdown likely.
This is a really vulnerable place to have shared with anyone, then to have it judged will be additionally hard on me.
With the audience I expect, most won't get it. but perhaps a few will.
I know that if I don't speak (visually or vocally) then it's certain no one will hear me.
For those of you who don't know what these kinds of abuse are like, Do not judge the extent of their affect.
This fundamental world view will never go away, perhaps someday I can mitigate the harm caused directly and indirectly as a result. When self efficacy is more strongly rooted in my identity. That day is not today.
Today I am purging my wounds and opening doors for telling these stories for future generations.
I come from a place of deep and raw pain, be gentle for my tender bits are exposed and I'm terrified of the possible response. This is something that needs to be done, because I'm not done telling the story in the hopes that I can be heard, acknowledged, and believed.
If nothing else it is an opportunity for catharsis, my own, with no matter to how others perceive it. I am hoping that this body of work opens doors for others self expression, and re-opening the dialogue that never really was.
This is going to break my heart while making it possible to heal it a little more.
I'm ready for you world. Hit me with your worst, if you dare.
p.s. fiddle_witch You are so awesome.
April 1-April 19th
Reception and opening April 5th 3:00 -5:00 pm
I may not be around other than at the reception.
It's free and in held in the Mills college art museum.
In the work I've done for researching my Thesis project, I've solidified my concept.
I'm making art boxes out of pine. I'm telling my story, with a little adjustment and storytelling license.
I'm going to continue my portraits separately. This is a self portrait of where I came from.
Why is it important that I wallow in the beautiful? By contrast to the fucked upedness that was my youth.
I have a lot of books out on scientific and studies of the mind of the abused.
My boxes are about child abuse. My own, and that of others I know.
None of the phrases or stories are invented.
I'm making one box to hold my memories and concept of violence, and bodily damage. It will contain implements of my physical childhood pain, and or that of people I know.
Another will be showing the emotional and psychological ramifications of abuse.... often verbal.
the third will be indicating and exploring sexual abuse.
Holy shit, I've already had a couple of deeply screwy moments of breakdown. Meltdown likely.
This is a really vulnerable place to have shared with anyone, then to have it judged will be additionally hard on me.
With the audience I expect, most won't get it. but perhaps a few will.
I know that if I don't speak (visually or vocally) then it's certain no one will hear me.
For those of you who don't know what these kinds of abuse are like, Do not judge the extent of their affect.
This fundamental world view will never go away, perhaps someday I can mitigate the harm caused directly and indirectly as a result. When self efficacy is more strongly rooted in my identity. That day is not today.
Today I am purging my wounds and opening doors for telling these stories for future generations.
I come from a place of deep and raw pain, be gentle for my tender bits are exposed and I'm terrified of the possible response. This is something that needs to be done, because I'm not done telling the story in the hopes that I can be heard, acknowledged, and believed.
If nothing else it is an opportunity for catharsis, my own, with no matter to how others perceive it. I am hoping that this body of work opens doors for others self expression, and re-opening the dialogue that never really was.
This is going to break my heart while making it possible to heal it a little more.
I'm ready for you world. Hit me with your worst, if you dare.
p.s. fiddle_witch You are so awesome.