Eliza Hatch
Clara, 2017
C-Type colour print
29.7 x 41.9 cms
11 11/16 x 16 7/16 ins
11858
Provenance
Acquired from the artistExhibitions
'A Different Mirror. Photographs from the Hyman Collection' at Photo Oxford 2021: Women & Photography - Ways of seeing and being seen, 2021 (This print)'Writing Her Own Script' at Photo London, Somerset House (11-14 May 2023)
From an edition of 4. Part of Eliza Hatch's series Cheer Up Luv. One of six works sold to raise money for Rights of Women. Each image is accompanied by...
From an edition of 4.
Part of Eliza Hatch's series Cheer Up Luv.
One of six works sold to raise money for Rights of Women. Each image is accompanied by an explanatory text in which the subject describes the harassment she has encountered.
The following text accompanies this work:
'I was doing some work experience at a children's zoo, and it was only a two week placement. My supervisor who seemed normal at first, began the week by showing me his wedding photos, by the second week he was trying to touch me, cuddle or tickle me, to which I repeatedly told him to stop. On my last day, he got put in charge and made sure every task I had was alone with him. We were preparing food in the animal kitchen, and he tickled me again so I told him to stop. He continued so I kicked him, he then grabbed both my arms and pushed me onto the food bin and pressed himself against me with my legs apart and pinned my legs down. He stayed there with his face so close to mine, and only got off me when someone else came into the room. I wanted to run and cry but I just walked out because I was just in shock.'
Part of Eliza Hatch's series Cheer Up Luv.
One of six works sold to raise money for Rights of Women. Each image is accompanied by an explanatory text in which the subject describes the harassment she has encountered.
The following text accompanies this work:
'I was doing some work experience at a children's zoo, and it was only a two week placement. My supervisor who seemed normal at first, began the week by showing me his wedding photos, by the second week he was trying to touch me, cuddle or tickle me, to which I repeatedly told him to stop. On my last day, he got put in charge and made sure every task I had was alone with him. We were preparing food in the animal kitchen, and he tickled me again so I told him to stop. He continued so I kicked him, he then grabbed both my arms and pushed me onto the food bin and pressed himself against me with my legs apart and pinned my legs down. He stayed there with his face so close to mine, and only got off me when someone else came into the room. I wanted to run and cry but I just walked out because I was just in shock.'