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“It's easier not to say anything. Shut your trap, button your lip, can it. All that crap you hear on TV about communication and expressing feelings is a lie. Nobody really wants to hear what you have to say.”
-"Speak" by Laruie Halse Anderson

This is a photomanipulation to go to rape victims. The meaning I wish to portray is that even if she doesn't say "Stop" or "No" out loud, if your looking, you can see that cry in her eyes. It's a look, it is body language, even if it doesn't come out in words.
*All my own Stock*
Eye: fav.me/d5uagsy Tear: fav.me/d6ezo0r Design in Eye: fav.me/d5mw1eo

My goal with this started out just being make a good manip with only my own stock, I am working on this so I can begin to rely on myself and not have to worry about breaking any rules. My goal expanded as I moved through making it, when I tried to see what meaning I wanted in it. With my family history having a lot of sexual abuse, and the stop sign, I thought this would be a good way to portray that connection. It is a cry for help, the scream of "NO!" that is in her eyes.

Some of my inspiration comes from a book I read years ago, "Speak" by Laurie Halse Anderson. Here are some quotes.

When people don't express themselves, they die one piece at a time.

It doesn't hurt. Nothing hurts except the small smiles and blushes that flash across the room like tiny sparrows.

I am not going to think about it. It was ugly, but it’s over, and I’m not going to think about it.

IT happened. There is no avoiding it, no forgetting. No running away, or flying, or burying, or hiding.
i was raped, too
sexually assaulted in seventh grade,
tenth grade. the summer after graduation,
at a party
i was 16
i was 14
i was 5 and he did it for three years
i loved him
i didn't even know him
he was my best friend's brother,
my grandfather, father, mommy's boyfriend, my date, my cousin, my coach
i met him for the first time that night and-
4 guys took turns, and-
i'm a boy and this happened to me, and-
...i got pregnant i gave up my daughter for adoption... did it happen to you, too?

I have survived. I am here. Confused, screwed up, but here. So, how can I find my way? Is there a chain saw of the soul, an ax I can take to my memories or fears?

― Laurie Halse Anderson, Speak

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Interested in a tutorial? VOTE HERE: talesofnightwing.deviantart.co…

“It's easier not to say anything. Shut your trap, button your lip, can it. All that crap you hear on TV about communication and expressing feelings is a lie. Nobody really wants to hear what you have to say.”
-"Speak" by Laruie Halse Anderson

This is a photomanipulation to go to rape victims. The meaning I wish to portray is that even if she doesn't say "Stop" or "No" out loud, if your looking, you can see that cry in her eyes. It's a look, it is body language, even if it doesn't come out in words.
*All my own Stock*
Eye: fav.me/d5uagsy Tear: fav.me/d6ezo0r Design in Eye: fav.me/d5mw1eo

My goal with this started out just being make a good manip with only my own stock, I am working on this so I can begin to rely on myself and not have to worry about breaking any rules. My goal expanded as I moved through making it, when I tried to see what meaning I wanted in it. With my family history having a lot of sexual abuse, and the stop sign, I thought this would be a good way to portray that connection. It is a cry for help, the scream of "NO!" that is in her eyes.

Some of my inspiration comes from a book I read years ago, "Speak" by Laurie Halse Anderson. Here are some quotes.

When people don't express themselves, they die one piece at a time.

It doesn't hurt. Nothing hurts except the small smiles and blushes that flash across the room like tiny sparrows.

I am not going to think about it. It was ugly, but it’s over, and I’m not going to think about it.

IT happened. There is no avoiding it, no forgetting. No running away, or flying, or burying, or hiding.
i was raped, too
sexually assaulted in seventh grade,
tenth grade. the summer after graduation,
at a party
i was 16
i was 14
i was 5 and he did it for three years
i loved him
i didn't even know him
he was my best friend's brother,
my grandfather, father, mommy's boyfriend, my date, my cousin, my coach
i met him for the first time that night and-
4 guys took turns, and-
i'm a boy and this happened to me, and-
...i got pregnant i gave up my daughter for adoption... did it happen to you, too?

I have survived. I am here. Confused, screwed up, but here. So, how can I find my way? Is there a chain saw of the soul, an ax I can take to my memories or fears?

― Laurie Halse Anderson, Speak