photo credit: David Williams
cubicle stories, 2015
blown glass, water, biro pen
Writing is backwards to show a state of confusion and hand written to resemble the wall of a nightclub toilet cubicle. As you view the piece through the vessels the writing becomes mirrored and readable, you view the accounts of five women who have been spiked or taken advantage of when in a vulnerable position:
i. “It was too crowded, there wasn’t enough space for me to move forward to avoid him”
ii.“He kept running his grim hands under my clothes and I was too drunk to stop it”
iii.“It didn’t feel like these things were physically happening, like there was a disconnect between my brain and body”
iv.”It’s been 3 years and I still get blamed”
v.“It sickens me to this day that I lost my virginity to a boy I didn’t even want to sleep with”.
Writing is backwards to show a state of confusion and hand written to resemble the wall of a nightclub toilet cubicle. As you view the piece through the vessels the writing becomes mirrored and readable, you view the accounts of five women who have been spiked or taken advantage of when in a vulnerable position:
i. “It was too crowded, there wasn’t enough space for me to move forward to avoid him”
ii.“He kept running his grim hands under my clothes and I was too drunk to stop it”
iii.“It didn’t feel like these things were physically happening, like there was a disconnect between my brain and body”
iv.”It’s been 3 years and I still get blamed”
v.“It sickens me to this day that I lost my virginity to a boy I didn’t even want to sleep with”.