Lídia Vives - It wasn't me - XL






Has over ten years of experience in art, specialising in post-war photography and contemporary art.
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Description from the seller
Printed on acrylic with an aluminum base and a bright finish.
It is delivered signed and numbered, also with an authenticity certificate.
The artwork is well protected with cardboard and bubble wrap.
The package includes cotton gloves for handling the artwork and a signed postcard.
This piece was exhibited at Espai Cavallers gallery (Spain) during the solo exhibition 'Dear Diary'.
ABOUT THE WORK: "I was in that sexual video."
I knew it would ruin my life and that he would use it, so I decided to destroy it.
I felt humiliated, scared, and furious, so I grabbed the hammer and started smashing it with all my rage.
Then he turned around, giving me his back. At first I looked at his neck, then at his head. For a moment, I thought about how easy it would be to break it, like an eggshell.
It was just an intrusive thought, a spontaneous fantasy. I really believed it could be the solution, that it would help me regain my life, my dignity, and my power... but I didn’t do it. I understood that true power begins with self-control, with staying calm and serene.
It wasn't me, Your Honor... I didn't kill him.
Seller's Story
Printed on acrylic with an aluminum base and a bright finish.
It is delivered signed and numbered, also with an authenticity certificate.
The artwork is well protected with cardboard and bubble wrap.
The package includes cotton gloves for handling the artwork and a signed postcard.
This piece was exhibited at Espai Cavallers gallery (Spain) during the solo exhibition 'Dear Diary'.
ABOUT THE WORK: "I was in that sexual video."
I knew it would ruin my life and that he would use it, so I decided to destroy it.
I felt humiliated, scared, and furious, so I grabbed the hammer and started smashing it with all my rage.
Then he turned around, giving me his back. At first I looked at his neck, then at his head. For a moment, I thought about how easy it would be to break it, like an eggshell.
It was just an intrusive thought, a spontaneous fantasy. I really believed it could be the solution, that it would help me regain my life, my dignity, and my power... but I didn’t do it. I understood that true power begins with self-control, with staying calm and serene.
It wasn't me, Your Honor... I didn't kill him.
