Light Scribed | Jeffrey Dale
Your Silence Means Everything
Artist Statement
This work was created in response to an ongoing crisis in both the local community and our society as a whole. However left out of the conversation is the very real problem of sexual assault in the male community. Surrounded by a school telling men "don't rape women" another queit body of victims hides in the shadows looking for a way out.
The work hangs literally in a back dye room in the community fibers studio. Here it is out of sight, out of mind and out of the community's view.
The lighting is intentionally low so that when viewers enter the space their silhouette is cast on the wall with the shadow of the noose - effectively putting them into it.
The constricted space is intentional - only a few viewers at a time can view the work, and they are alone in the space with their thoughts.
The text "1:6 Men are Victims Of" is only visible from the front which is intended to draw the viewer in closer, leaving suspense and question. This gives the viewer a moment to question what they believe the answer is, which is unlikely to be the actual subject.
The noose is a 5 inch wide woven strip of fabric folded and hemmed to make the rope. While the dark conditions of the piece make it hard to see, the hem and weave quality are intentionally ugly - just like the subject. This was woven with the warp threads constantly tied to another loom so that tension could be regularly and radically changed. (More detail photos to follow).
The chair is down for multiple reasons, namely practical. On it's side it cannot be used as a seat, though more importantly it consumes more space on the floor on it's side - keeping the viewer away from the subject literally and emotionally.
(This image to be replaced) The real impact is left to the viewer on the back side, in a position which is very intentional. When visible, the viewer now faces the rest of the audience, and is blinded by the spotlight - they are cast into the shoes of every "sixth" man; and perhaps as if being interrogated under the light, they have their back against a wall penned in by others and unable to escape.
"and I'm listening
though your silence means everything"
(Upon Beauty Rests)