This is about how ‘invisible’ this subject can be to others… unless you tell someone sometimes, its impossible to actually see what is happening behind closed curtains. I got pictures of me and people who suffered abuse; my housemate and my mum, and in pictures where we clearly look fine I have marred our faces with a knife and blotted them with red ink. Not so invisible, now.
It is pinned to a corkboard because I have fond memories of having a corkboard at home with our pictures pinned to it of when we were little and I think that many can relate to that as well.
