The flow for this is exceptionally well. I like how there are two narratives and each one is done in a different color. I'm not sure you intended this, but when reading the narrative in white, I get the impression that they are "pure" in the sense that they have never been raped. What I really like about it though, is how you captured the emotion of the narrative in grey. I feel as if the narrative in grey represent how they feel dirty, unclean and no longer pure. You were able to convey how a victim of rape feels. Over all, I give this poem a 5/5.
I believe that through this piece you captured emotional and psychological trauma surrounds and engulfs a rape victim in more ways than one.
First, the use of so few words was amazing because they communicated so much. They say a picture is worth 1000 words; well, so few words are worth twice as much.
Second, the black background greatly communicates the darkness that the victim is swimming in. I also think that it shows that everything the victim sees and experiences filters through it, including the colours chosen for her dialogue.
Finally, white usually symbolizes purity, innocence and completeness. I find that grey symbolizes impurity more than black does because grey in many ways is stained white. I think the victim would love nothing more than to be on the same side as her companion in terms of purity and innocence, but she can't because she feels dirty, impure, stained, and broken.
Overall a beautiful piece that deserves all 5 stars. Well done.
Rapers don't deserve any consideration, any comprehension. Murderers, robbers, they can act by necessity, by an impulse, a mistake; so they can redeem themselves. In my country, violators are not punished, they are cared as victims, even more than the true victims. And these poor women, when get pregnant, by fear are obligated to abort, two lives condemned at same time by one man. I really hope see that monsters suffer, in this world or the next one.
What disguses me so much is that some rapist come home to big house filled with loving wife with children who look up to him, while the raped got to go home to an empty place in a broken building barely even filled with furniture or anything like that.
I hate that question.What was it like? You can't really describe what happened.The horror, pain, saddness, humiliation and shame.Can you describe the sound of your own soul being ripped in half.No you can't but for some reason people keep asking that damn question. I feel like this artwork shows how much that question hurts and how difficult the answer is.Thank you for creating this.Good job.
How can people joke about raped like it's a hobby? It's an inhuman act that should never happen. A very close friend was raped, and she hasn't been the same since, nobody's laughing about that. Before this happened, when gaming, I always talking about how I raped my opponents. Now, I feel awful about it.