MY NAME IS NOT

Netflix's "She's Gotta Have It" inspired me for this self-portrait. It's the first time a TV series has moved me to create in this way. Its protagonist (Nola Darling) is an artist and a revolutionary. She experienced various forms of abuse (some men call it flirting and courting) that resulted in the pain that would later lead her to create the "NOT MY NAME" movement. She plastered the streets with black and white photos of women shouting to the world in red letters about the crap they heard every day.

I felt 100% identified and that moved me to continue this movement outside of fiction.

Today, June 8th, I'm writing this while remembering how just yesterday, in a bar in Murcia, I experienced several of these situations. One of them was while I was ordering at the bar, and a man ran his face all over my back while saying, "This place is so nice," in a disgusting tone of voice. When I turned around with an angry expression, he started laughing. I can still feel his fucking breath on my back.

You might think this has to do with the fact that it was a bar, but no, I experience these situations day and night. Whether I'm alone, with my son, or with friends. Whether I'm lying on the beach, running in the mountains, strolling through the city, or while taking photos during a photo shoot.

I don't know a single woman who hasn't experienced this verbal or physical abuse on a weekly basis. I know countless women who were raped as children and many more as adults. I repeat: I know countless women who were raped as children and many more as adults.

If you think I'm exaggerating, you're part of the problem because you keep looking the other way.

Let us be the generation that came to change things.

I no longer keep quiet because that is NOT MY CALL.

Self-portrait March 2024 during one of my therapeutic photography workshops.

Embroidery May 2024.

- Mouliné thread with filled stitch for the letters.

- The burnt edges were my son's idea. Thanks, teacher.