Weapons Of Choice

Weapons Of Choice

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What if verbal abuse left the same scars as physical abuse? Would it be taking more seriously? That's what photographer Richard Johnson hopes to accomplish with his new photo project, "Weapons Of Choice". The series uses makeup artists to put bruises and scars on photo subjects. Embedded in these violent marks are some hateful words typically associated with abuse such as, "Stupid," "Dumb," "Trash" and others that are much, much worse. I decide to take this idea and turn it into a book. I'm not the best writer but please bear with me. I feel strongly about this topic, having friends that have been bullied. This book is dedicated to all who have been bullied, I will include some of the things that have happened around me. The names in this book are all made up and those that I am writing about will remain unnamed. © 2015 All Rights Reserved.
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