Memorial for Catherine Lique

Memorial for Catherine Lique, 2009
12″ x 12″ x 2″

Plexiglass, LEDs, electronics, audio recording

This interactive installation appears as a mirror to the viewer. When they step on the pressure sensor, a microcontroller triggers LED lights to backlight the lightbox, revealing the image of Catherine Lique, a sex worker who was killed in 2003. The accompanying audio piece, a first person narrative, tells the story of the life and death of Ms. Lique. The audio, also triggered by the sensor, is programmed to play through Processing. The narrative was written by Catherine’s daughter, Stephanie.

Memorial for Catherine Lique is the first of a series to honor and remember sex workers who have been victims of violence. The first installation was completed on December 17th, 2009, coinciding with the International Day To End Violence Against Sex Workers.

About the Artist: Sarah Jenny is a New York-based multimedia and mixed media artist and masters candidate at New York University’s Tisch School of the Arts Interactive Telecommunications Program. For more information about the artist and project, please visit

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  • December 19, 2009 at 1:29 am //

    Dear Sarah,
    Thank-you for honouring Stephanie’s Mom. It’s so easy for people to pigeon-hole and stereotype that we need reminders that all of us are real people with real feelings, family, dreams and memories. It touched me to hear that Cathy enjoyed some of the same hobbies that I do. Though she had a debilitating addiction she still loved her children, and grandson. Drugs are a cruel slave-master that caustically eat away at whomever they have control over. Drug addiction took so much away from Cathy Lique, til’ she at last having nothing else to sell to score her precious, she sold herself to get it. Yesterday, I talked to a man who’d been addicted to the same stuff… Speed, Meth. same evil slave master. It’s so easy to get, to ‘score’ some, you think that you can Master it… but it cost him 2 marriages and two families of broken-hearted children. His self-respect and reputation, years in jail… and just try to get a decent job with a record like that. The Demons NEVER leave you alone, always whispering in your ear, ‘Just a little bit more, you can handle it, you can hide it”.
    Cathy must’ve gone through the same hell, pasted on a smile and said it didn’t matter. You say it to friends, family, yourself, like a mantra…” I do what I do because I want to ” , anything to convince yourself that you still have your dignity. But the drug, ‘the Fiend’- it steals that away too. I’m saddened that Cathy became a victim, and her family too… what if she were My sister? If we had laughed together, cried together, talked about our kids together… I would have a big empty place right there where her’s used to be. Peace to you sister Cathy, may you rest in the ever loving arms of God with no more suffering and sorrow, Peace to all who knew and loved you. May your children and grand-children live up to their potential and give you cause to rejoice at seeing their lives, watching them doing well. I am part of the sisterhood of all women around me, just like you. Grace

  • February 19, 2010 at 2:09 pm //

    Sarah, this is beautiful! I am so glad you posted this. Thank you for incorporating social justice into your work. It is amazing AND this blog is amazing! So many good posts/resources Great job!! xoxo Benji

  • July 17, 2011 at 11:51 pm //

    Cathy was my aunt. I never met her. Thank you for this.

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