Eliza Hatch
Dorina, 2017
C-Type colour print
29.7 x 41.9 cms
11 11/16 x 16 7/16 ins
11859
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)A PICTURE OF HEALTH | WOMEN PHOTOGRAPHERS FROM THE HYMAN COLLECTION, Arnolfini Bristol, 18th May 2020 - 13th June 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...
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 walking down a street in Manhattan when I saw a man walking towards me. His daughter was holding his hand and his young son was behind him on a scooter. As the distance between us got shorter I could tell that he was intensely staring at me, studying my legs, my sundress, my cleavage. Just as our paths crossed he lunged towards me and whispered, "Mmmm, I'd like to taste your chocolate." I was most horrifed that his daughter was right there, watching her father verbally assault me, while his son was behind learning from his actions.'
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 walking down a street in Manhattan when I saw a man walking towards me. His daughter was holding his hand and his young son was behind him on a scooter. As the distance between us got shorter I could tell that he was intensely staring at me, studying my legs, my sundress, my cleavage. Just as our paths crossed he lunged towards me and whispered, "Mmmm, I'd like to taste your chocolate." I was most horrifed that his daughter was right there, watching her father verbally assault me, while his son was behind learning from his actions.'