Photographic installation placed on the grass
who controls the silence?
somehow I learned to
separate the experience
from the feeling: this way
I wouldn't be present
when the bad stuff
I'm still trying to put
myself back together
living with the memories the
terror guilt shame pain hurt
ever present (even if they
now say they're sorry)
what truths must I tell my children?
when I was little, my father told me
that each person is given a certain
number of words to use during their
life. when the words are used up, the
person dies. I remember counting each
word I spoke, afraid I would die young.
I promised I wouldn't do that to my daughter.
Child (sexual) abuse, trauma, memory
Event: Light Year: A Festival of Photographies
Date: Sept. 30-Oct. 28, 1995