It’s Okay. Walk All Over Me
After the artist took a photograph of her own back she edited it to focus on the back and match the texture of concrete. These posters (65x140cm) were laid out in different, crowded areas around Barcelona (Universitat, Sagrada Familia, Plaça de Catalyuna, and La Rambla) for different time intervals (4, 6, 8, 24 hours). Over time, the image transforms from no prints to shoe prints or different wheel marks, and eventually the prints get walked over so much the tile designs get embossed into the print. But after returning 24 hours later to pick up the poster at La Rambla only the tape remained with little scraps scattered about the missing image, as seen below.
Passerbys would see “IT’S OKAY. WALK ALL OVER ME” and “ESTÀ BIEN. CAMINA SOBRE MÍ” alongside a QR code that read “LEARN MORE” and “APRENDE MÁS”. The QR code would link to the written piece below in both English and Spanish with a reference image and the artist’s name, social, and website. 4 posters were laid out on the same day and it generated 283 scans.
It’s Okay. Walk All Over Me
We don’t know we have a boundary until it is crossed.
There are times we might think something feels wrong
but when someone tells us it’s okay, we usually do it.
Similar to how you’ve just walked across my body
after, more than likely, being told it’s okay to do so.
I told you it’s okay. I was a people pleaser.
I turned my back on myself and let you walk all over me.
I didn’t know my boundaries until my body matched the concrete floor around me.
It’s not your fault. I told myself if I could be the ground you walked on, at least it was me.
Está Bien. Camina Sobre Mí
No sabemos que tenemos un límite hasta que lo cruzamos.
Hay veces que podemos pensar que algo está mal,
pero cuando alguien nos dice que está bien, normalmente lo hacemos.
De la misma manera que tú acabas de atravesar mi cuerpo
después de que, muy probablemente, te hayan dicho que estaba bien hacerlo.
Te dije que estaba bien. Fui complaciente.
Me di la espalda a mi misma y dejé que me pisotearan.
No conocía mis límites hasta que mi cuerpo coincidió con el suelo de concreto que me rodeaba.
No es tu culpa. Me dije a mi misma que podía ser el suelo que pisabas, al menos era yo.