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Tammy Jaqueline Snipe
Informing Contexts
My work is a mixture of self-portraiture and symbolic imagery that relates to being a woman. This is not a story as such, it is my journey. I am a woman who has mental illness, who is going through a divorce and who has felt great pain, but also a hint of freedom. My work is reactive to the emotional state or situation I am in. It may feel messy and out of place at times but that’s how life is to me, and I intend for viewers to see this in my work. I use a mixture of spoken words, religious symbolism, and visceral imagery such as blood and food to express my visual language.
I am influenced by the feminists of the 1970’s who much like myself used rudimentary equipment, performance art and bold often shocking and vulgar imagery to tell their story.
As a mother my work would not be complete without showing the toll it takes on women and how our bodies are seen as sexual but also praised as sacred. As a woman it would be dishonest of me to not tell the truth about marriage and especially the complete breakdown of one, the pain but also the reclamation of myself.
This is my journey, one day it will just be another story.
So suddenly you are broken, just like ADHD It was all in my head, you said, you told me, Weak and sick and a dumb little cunt.
I do not believe you. They will never believe you go to the police Stand up in court and go against me. They will never believe you; you are a fucking whore. I am around forever; I will keep giving you more.
I have lost my connection. I cannot hear you. I am sure you will blame it on a feminist roar. The good girls get proposed to, the bad ones die, You did not take the time to find out which one was I. It is a political platform this female gaze. No longer your equipment, your object to own. I see you seeing me, but I will no longer be what men are looking for.
I am no empathy machine, Madonna, or whore. I will not listen to your rape stories anymore. Take back the privilege lent to me with a huge ring. I want desire, rage and to feel once again.
People will hate me after this, but moving my body through the world without this silent rage, is worth more than your male gaze.
"Spray thePain Away"Tammy Jaqueline, 2023
"TheGolden Child." Tammy Jaqueline, 2023
"ThisShroud is Armour" Tammy Jaqueline, 2023.
"Blurred Lines" Tammy Jaqueline, 2023
"Just say Mary"Tammy Jaqueline, 2023
"I can't Breathe." Tammy Jaqueline 2023
"TheBody"Tammy Jaqueline, 2023
"TheParts"Tammy Jaqueline, 2023
"Andnow the doctorknows." Tammy Jaqueline, 2023
"I will always light a candle for you,even in religious buildings, why did youhave todie?"
Tammy Jaqueline, 2023
"It wasn’t an appleit was a pomegranate." Tammy Jaqueline,2023
"It wasn’t an appleit was a pomegranate." Tammy Jaqueline, 2023
"It wasn’t an appleit was a pomegranate." Tammy Jaqueline, 2023
"Whore and Madonna."Tammy Jaqueline, 2023
"Whore and Madonna."Tammy Jaqueline, 2023
"Sanctuary" Tammy Jaqueline, 2023
"Mothers",Tammy Jaqueline, 2023
"Mothers" Tammy Jaqueline, 2023
"Mothers" Tammy Jaqueline, 2023
"The door." Tammy Jaqueline, 2023
"TheDoor" Tammy Jaqueline, 2023
"I can take myself dancing" Tammy Jaqueline, 2023
This war is gathering me. I'm no longer the person you wanted to see. I stand alone on the battlefield, Defiant and strong, will not be broke down.
I suddenly see what you really are, how did I get so stupid to take it this far. You took my youth, my glory days I was a burden, a thing not to praise.
I see now that the struggles I have, are not shameful or secrets to have. I embrace honesty and the chance to heal. All this time, taught it was wrong to feel.
So, get out your soldiers, your guns and your swords, Let's see what happens in this unholy war.
For I can still sing, create and dance. I still believe in love and romance. True love you told me was a fairytale, I now see it's just not real for you, I feel for that fail. I am not you, I am a whole being. I adore, I cry, and I feel everything. So, let's see how this pendulum swings.
But never again will I be told that I'm too much, That I don't deserve a lover's touch, That the world has no magic, Or things we can feel. Fuck you my lord, true love is real.