I call 'free aggression' all the acts of disrespect and violence we get without deserving. The ones that change your day or life from one moment to the next. In a city, they are familiar; it could be something as simple as receiving the anger of a person who is having a bad day or as bad as experiencing a traumatic event.

When I was a child, I saw a little girl get stolen. I still remember her sitting on the horse in front of mine in the merry-go-round. She would wave at her mom every time we passed. We were both happy, but little did we know that our lives would change forever. I remember a scream and a man in a hurry taking her. It is a quick blurred image that I will never forget, making me wonder where she is every time I think of it.

For a long time after that, I couldn't walk the streets without being clamped to an adult. I never talked about it until I made this piece because I couldn't. At first, it was extremely challenging to finish a sentence because I had a knot in my throat and pressure in my chest, but over time it became therapeutic. Even while writing about it, I can still feel the knot, but it is not as bad as it used to be. I decided to extend this installation series to include other people's stories in hopes that it will help them as it helped me.