Line Crush

 

The black line wends its way across the page, carefree. A reddish force comes upon the line and begins to squash it, making the line shaky, less sure of itself. Eventually, the red force crushes the line. I was my own entity before that night. How do I represent the loss of ownership over one’s own soul?  

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This set of images prompted a young man to say that the lines looked a little like sperm. Others in the group accused him of having a one-track mind, and this led to the revelation that most men do not ejaculate during rape. This helped the workshop participants understand that though sex is the vehicle through which rape takes place, rape is not about sex: it is about power and violence.