Trauma can happen to anyone, anywhere. It can even happen in the space that you feel most comfortable and safe. For me, trauma turned my once happy space into a place that I could not look at without reliving the worst day of my life. This piece explores the delicate relationship that a survivor of trauma has with a space, after.
I was inspired by looking at artists such as Nan Goldin, who also tackles the idea of trauma in pieces like The Ballad of Sexual Dependency. By shooting the main photo in this style, without any post-production editing, I am giving the impression that this is relative to crime scene photography, indicating that something traumatic has happened here without explicitly saying so. I am also trying to reference a crime pin board with the various photos, personal poetry, and medication labels. The photos were taken by a fellow student, Allante Jackson and showcase the relationship I had with my body, after. The poetry comes from my personal journal detailing the effects that this trauma had caused for me. The medication labels and paperwork signify my new relationship with medications due to the effects of the trauma. The bed frame that is shown in the photo is repurposed into a picture frame which holds the image in order to give it a new life. Rather than harboring the traumatic memories, the frame had to be taken apart and completely rebuilt; much like what a trauma survivor must do to themselves after their experience.