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Deviousness `anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More
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So what's to be done? How can we actually grab someone's attention in a world where everyone and everything screams at us, claws at as and begs to be looked at? Well this image tries to do that with a personal approach. By speaking to you and me, to us, directly.
The bright young individual. In his wide open eyes you can see his dreams of the future. He is ready for life, he is eager to experience it all. After all this is what he's here for, it's what everyone else is doing! And why would they be doing it if not for their own happiness, to fulfil their desires and impulses, to have fun. It's only logical to our young adventurer, ready to discover the unlimited possibilities that the world has to offer. Instead he gets raped, as the title so eloquently puts it.
It's difficult to express how viscerally society mutilates a man but the artist here gives it her best. This is a powerful and frightening visage of not some far of planet, or some unknown beast but us. And that makes it all the more harrowing. I can guarantee that no matter where you are or who you are. Sitting in your home or in the library, at school or goofing off at work, there will be a face here. Your face. Staring back at you.
I'm not going to lie. Writing all this, and looking back at myself in the picture, I cried. I cried because I simply could not express all the emotions that had swelled up within me. Anger, disgust, worry. But amongst the confusion I felt a revulsion, a glimmer of hope that the face looking back didn't have to be me, that there was still time for change, and the last time I felt that many emotions at once was when I got really drunk and set myself on fire. To say that it moved me would be an understatement.
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