It took me hours to create what I wanted to get in this photo. I knew what I wanted but not how to get there. I took this of myself in the mirror with a black wig on. I actually did an entire series with different wigs for some poetry but this photo in particular I did to submit for the survivors wall at the harn museum in our town in florida that allows victims of abuse to submit any art that helps the deal with the affects of PTSD. There are usually amazing photos, sculptures, poetry, some of it is hard to look at but shouldn’t it be! It’s how we really feel. This photo I did for me I wanted to show how it felt to be backed into a corner, vulnerable…but is the hand reaching or grabbing…can you only see one of my eyes because that is all I am allowing? How much of ourselves to we truly let others see? How much can we reveal of our suffering and perseverance without then also dealing with secondary victimization, blame, and judgment.
I cannot always explain how I feel but I can create an image that tells it and write poetry that does too. Here is my photo