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 aloud.
Abuse in the Oval: Pickled Pigs' Feet, Mom, Orie Baker, & Me
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.)
Abuse Trigger: Bread in Coffee
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.
Abuse Installations at Shows
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.
Abuse in the Round: Pickled Pigs' Feet, Mom, Orie Baker, & Me
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.)
Abuse Trigger: Cookie in Milk
Dimensions: 10" width, 8" height, 8" depth Media: stoneware slip-cast to cone 6, copper oxide stain, found objects, fabric, embroidery thread homemade twine, oil paint with vegetable oil Year: 2023 Contact me for purchase.