Thank You For Your Cervix

  • Mixed Media. Acrylic on pressed wood board
  • 40 x 27 x 0.5 in
  • $3,500.00
  • Victoria Eggers

Dripping reds represent blood from wounds, lives lost, &blood from a woman’s period. Having served, I signed my name, risked my life & come home to have my reproductive rights questioned by the same people whose freedoms I defend but won’t hesitate to take mine?

About the Artist: Victoria Eggers x

US Army
Artist and Poet

I am a 6+ year female Army veteran who worked on the Kiowa & Apache helicopters. I was stationed all the way from Fairbanks, Alaska to Savannah Georgia with many places of training in between. My service in the Army has shaped me and my life in many ways and living a life full of passion is a life well spent. I live by these words and embody them in every aspect of my life.

I was always involved in art from a young age with great thanks and credit to my father. Looking back and reflecting on that, its shaped me in more ways than I could ever imagine. Being exposed to different types of art from a young age help me then and especially now. The two art pieces I am submitting are highly influenced by my years in the army and being an artist helps me express what I cannot always put into words. Art has helped me in many ways, and I hope my art can inspire many to do the same.
Both artworks are acrylic paint on pressed wood board. I choose pressed wood to represent the military, by taking all these little individual pieces and pressing them into one uniform board emulates what the military does by making and molding people into one cohesive entity.

My artwork "Thank you for your Cervix" expresses my female perspective as a veteran. The flag is dripping with different colors of reds to echo that of blood from wounds and lives lost in war as well as blood from a woman's period. Having served, I have been told thank you for your service countless times, I have also been told thank you for your cervix as a joke. But is it all fun and games when I sign my name on the dotted line, risk my life, and come home to have my reproductive right be questioned by the same people whose freedoms I defend but won't hesitate to take mine?

Home is a loaded word. Just because you made it home safe doesn't mean you're safe from battling your own demons. The letters in home are stenciled on in black paint and as the word continues, they start to deteriorate. The "ME" in home is the most broken and cracked emphasizing the feeling of isolation. There are 18 puncture holes that I handmade with the nail that hangs the letter on the board. Each puncture represents a veteran who takes their life each day. 17.6 is the current up to date number. Do not the let number fool you, it has appeared to go down but that is only because the VA adjusted how they count.

My artwork "Home" has an attached poem that reads:

Home is where you feel safe and secure, a place to kick your feet up.
Where's home for you?
Are you going home on leave? It's the ultimate destination.
Home, where normality reins and loved one's voices fill the air.
"Fit back in, pretend to be normal." They said.
Home, where things get too loud and overwhelming, and you start to crack.
It gets tougher and tougher going home.
"Pull it together." They said
Home. Where you lost control and you are shaking
Rocking back and forth
Falling on your knees looking up and begging to your God..
Please, just take me home