Frozen Ground: On Reporting a Statutory Rape Twenty Years Later
“I wonder if we’re all self-possessed marionettes, our strings on the inside.”
Imagine your body ethereal, floating up to the ceiling, moving around the corners of the room.
Mother, gonna take your daughter out tonight
Father, gonna show her the power
Someone should’ve protected you,
Purple HazeYeah, that’s who I am.
I want to do this for me.
Jennilie Brewster’s paintings and installations have been shown in museums and galleries around the country. Her fellowships include the Ucross Foundation, the Headlands Center for the Arts, and the Vermont Studio Center’s Swann Fellowship for a writer who’s also a painter. As director of OPEN DOORS, she works with hospital residents to improve their lives and inspire action for safer, more just communities. She is writing a book about landscape and trauma. You can visit her at jenniliebrewster.com
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