{"product_id":"guilty-of-my-own-trust","title":"Guilty of my Own Trust","description":"\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12.0pt;\"\u003eA young girl, rendered in greyscale, sits folded on a clinical white cloth against a void of bruised purple. Her gaze bypasses the viewer entirely fixed on a point beyond the room. This is not avoidance. It is psychological exile. The mind, unable to remain present in violation, has left to survive. She does not look at us because there is no longer a \u003ci\u003e‘us’\u003c\/i\u003e she can trust.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12.0pt;\"\u003eBeside her, a brown teddy bear holds a ribbon-wrapped heart. This is not a toy. It is her former self, the “old innocent girl” who understood love as God’s gift to every child. She was raised to give it freely. To trust. The bear presents that heart outward, to the room, to the world that took it. The ribbon marks it as an offering, premeditated and packaged.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12.0pt;\"\u003eThe only colour in the work is blood. It pools beneath her and reaches up her legs in fresh, amorphous hands and unhealed wounds that refuse to become memory. They climb, they grasp, they repeat. From the table’s edge, the blood drips and gathers into a second heart on the cloth below. This is the perversion: violence signing its work with the symbol it stole.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12.0pt;\"\u003eThe dripping heart becomes her internal interrogation: Maybe I was too lovely. Maybe I was too trusting.\u003cspan style=\"mso-spacerun: yes;\"\u003e  \u003c\/span\u003eThis is the inversion at the core of child sexual abuse, the victim made to indict herself for the trust she was taught to give.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12.0pt;\"\u003eThe artist’s restraint is the weapon. By limiting colour to red, she forces the eye to bear witness. By rendering the figure in ash-grey, she paints dissociation, not drama. \u003ci\u003e“Guilty of My Own Trust”\u003c\/i\u003e is not about a single act. It is about the sentence a child serves afterward. Where love is remembered as both gift and indictment, and were looking out is the only way to calm the demon haunting her.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Farai Muvungani","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":67810353905986,"sku":"FM20261017MM001","price":2800.0,"currency_code":"ZAR","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0875\/9656\/4802\/files\/GuiltyofmyOwnTrust.png?v=1792399458","url":"https:\/\/www.spektra-art.co.za\/products\/guilty-of-my-own-trust","provider":"Spektra Art","version":"1.0","type":"link"}