Eliza Hatch
Elizabeth, 2017
C-Type colour print
29.7 x 41.9 cms
11 11/16 x 16 7/16 ins
11860
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)
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 grew up in the East Village, so when I pass Ray's Candy Store if he's in I'll stop by to talk. It was around 2:00AM and unusually empty. I went inside and Ray and I were talking, and then two guys came in. I didn't think anything of it. One of the guys saw me and approached me. He asked for my number, and when I refused he took my arm and squeezed it to the point where I couldn't move my arm. I remained calm and looked him in the eye and said, "Please let go of my arm." He smiled, thought about it, then slowly let go of my arm. I was a bit in shock, and when I looked at my arm as I walked outside there was a huge hand mark left there from his grip. I consider myself very lucky that night.'
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 grew up in the East Village, so when I pass Ray's Candy Store if he's in I'll stop by to talk. It was around 2:00AM and unusually empty. I went inside and Ray and I were talking, and then two guys came in. I didn't think anything of it. One of the guys saw me and approached me. He asked for my number, and when I refused he took my arm and squeezed it to the point where I couldn't move my arm. I remained calm and looked him in the eye and said, "Please let go of my arm." He smiled, thought about it, then slowly let go of my arm. I was a bit in shock, and when I looked at my arm as I walked outside there was a huge hand mark left there from his grip. I consider myself very lucky that night.'