They are only words, but once spoken, they cannot be taken back.
Some words are said with hate so vehement they blister all thought and memory. Some words are said casually, but with a cruelty that pierces the heart like a needle. Then words of loveless indifference that tease open old wounds, burrow deep and fester within them.
These are my words both deserved and unearned. I wear them every day with pain and pride.
‘The words we wear’ is about strength as much as vulnerability. I relive each word as I stitch it onto my veil, how it was said, how it was meant and the memory of the person that said it. The process is harrowing and gradual, but valuable. It is a release to make visual a pain I cannot physically show.
“Women who were victims of ’just’ verbal abuse often commented that they wished they’d been hit so that ‘their wounds and scars would show.” – Peg Streep, author of Mean Mothers: Overcoming the Legacy of Hurt.
Hand-embroidered veil on soft tulle.
Shown at various sizes and prints. https://www.gdtravers.art
Model – Eve-Anne Travers