Narrative: My mom had me bring over food to a neighbor who was abusing me. The day after I brought him pickled pigs' feet, he died. I invite participants to read the dialogue (on the bottoms of the sculptures) with someone aloudf.

Narrative: He'd dip his bread in coffee. A soggy perversion. Just seeing childlike cookies dipped in milk now triggers my abuse. And yet - I am - in the here and now - a survivor - breathing in and out - And I am free. (When I was a child, an elderly neighbor sexually abused me. He'd dip his bread in soup, etc.)

Narrative: My mom had me bring over food to a neighbor who was abusing me. The day after I brought him pickled pigs' feet, he died.

Narrative: A cookie dipped in milk will not be an abuse trigger because I am a survivor, not a victim. (When I was a child, an elderly neighbor sexually abused me. He'd dip his bread in soup, etc.)

These are photos taken at two solo shows of my abuse installations. The doll parts along the edges are part of an installation entitled "I Wish I Would Have Spoken Up" I want children to speak up if they are being abused and for adults to do something to stop the abuse. Media: Mixed, but mostly ceramics and resin. Dimensions: Vary, according to the room size, but no larger than 6 feet X 6 feet width and depth. Contact me for purchase.