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
An acrylic artwork with an aluminum base and a glossy finish.
It is delivered signed and numbered, along with a certificate of authenticity.
The work is shipped well protected with cardboard and bubble wrap.
The package includes cotton gloves for handling the work 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 sex 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 took the hammer and began smashing it with all my rage.
Then he turned around, giving me his back. At first I looked at his neck, then his head. For a second, I thought how easy it would be to break it, like an egg.
It was only an intrusive thought, a spontaneous fantasy. I truly believed it could be the solution, that it would restore my life, my dignity and my power... but I didn’t do it. I understood that true power starts with self-control, with staying calm and serene.
It wasn’t me, Your Honor... I did not kill him."
Seller's Story
An acrylic artwork with an aluminum base and a glossy finish.
It is delivered signed and numbered, along with a certificate of authenticity.
The work is shipped well protected with cardboard and bubble wrap.
The package includes cotton gloves for handling the work 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 sex 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 took the hammer and began smashing it with all my rage.
Then he turned around, giving me his back. At first I looked at his neck, then his head. For a second, I thought how easy it would be to break it, like an egg.
It was only an intrusive thought, a spontaneous fantasy. I truly believed it could be the solution, that it would restore my life, my dignity and my power... but I didn’t do it. I understood that true power starts with self-control, with staying calm and serene.
It wasn’t me, Your Honor... I did not kill him."
