He Said, She Said He Said
Who dictates the narrative? What, who and how has a say in shaping what’s perceived and how that information is judged?
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“[To the judge who sentenced my rapist], my lost job, my damaged hometown, my small savings account, my stolen pleasures, had all amounted to ninety days in county jail. I wondered if, in their eyes, the victim remained stagnant, living forever in that twenty-minute time frame [when the assault had occurred]. She remained frozen, while Brock [Turner, Chanel Miller’s rapist] grew more and more multifaceted, his stories unfolding, a spectrum of life and memories opening up around him. He got to be a person. Where was her redemption story? Nobody talked about the things she might go on to do. I laid my suffering bare but I lacked a key element. The judge had given Brock something that would never be extended to me: empathy.” - Chanel Miller, Know My Name
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All pieces are untitled and unnumbered. 7'x5'. Cold-Press 150Lb Watercolor Paper, Gold Gesso, Ink.
