Sculpture is a
monumental work of pain
TORONTO — It's
no accident that the massive bronze sculpture
outside Michael Irving's house makes you feel
small but protected. With gentle curves and open
arms, the statue is the antithesis of what it
commemorates: young lives ravaged, if not ruined,
by hard acts and closed mouths.
It has taken 12 years for Mr. Irving,
a Toronto sculptor and therapist, to bring his
child-abuse survivors' monument from the drawing
board to his driveway on Rhodes Avenue, just off
the Little India strip on Gerrard Street East.
It will take another year for him to complete
its second half and find a permanent public home
for both pieces, preferably somewhere downtown.
That's a long haul by any measure,
but less so in the context of Mr. Irving's 57
years – most of which he has spent recovering
from his own wounds.
“I started being raped and
molested when I was an infant,” he said
yesterday, standing in the sun outside his home,
“and it went on through my teens, with both
of my parents.”
There is no ease in hearing someone
reveal this, which might explain why no such monument
already existed, and why this one has taken so
long to produce. That very unease, to Mr. Irving,
is a big part of why it needed to be made.
When we hear of child abuse, “we
are socially wounded and we wonder what we can
do about it,” he said, likening it to the
urge to commemorate war dead. “Part of a
public memorial is that society acknowledges that
it happened and we're doing something about it.”
Mr. Irving will receive some acknowledgment
of his own tomorrow, when Mayor David Miller hands
him the Stand Up for Kids Award at a ceremony
in Trinity Square, outside the Eaton Centre. The
award, granted annually by the city's children's
aid agencies, recognizes efforts to prevent or
stop child abuse and coincides with Child Abuse
Prevention Month, held each October.
While his effort to make the monument
began in earnest in 1995, he conceived the idea
five years earlier as he stood weeping, with wife
Cheryl beside him, in front of the Vietnam Veterans
Memorial in Washington, D.C. A Californian by
birth, Mr. Irving lost friends and saw others
return from that war badly injured.
At the time, he and Cheryl had
already been counselling abuse survivors for several
years at their Toronto home. Additionally, Mr.
Irving had worked as an artist, sculpting stone
into “natalistic” pieces, representative
of human development before and around the time
of birth – part of his own effort to “rebuild
myself as a decent human being,” he said.
He decided, then and there, to
build a monument to the children he had counselled
for similar trauma.
A few cases in particular haunted
him that day, including that of a female client
he had treated. As a young girl in the former
East York, “her grandmother prostituted
her out to get cigarette and booze money,”
Mr. Irving said. One day, when the girl came home
from the street suffering vaginal bleeding, “her
mother beat her for soiling her clothes.”
During his own childhood in San
Francisco, he said, he was abused sexually from
infancy through adolescence. He said his last
experience with his family came at 18, when he
stepped in to stop his step-father from beating
his mother. Rather than thank him, she sent him
packing for showing disrespect.
Stories of similar experiences
surfaced during the first years of his monument
project as Mr. Irving travelled across Canada,
making presentations and enlisting abuse survivors,
their relatives and friends to make their own
artworks to be incorporated into the final work.
Their works, each resembling a large quilt square
and containing the contributor's raised hand print,
make up most of the monument's 300 squares.
One square is particularly chilling.
It is dedicated to Martin Kruze, who in 1993 blew
the whistle on abuse by workers at Maple Leaf
Gardens during the 1970s. Mr. Irving had enlisted
his support for the project and was planning to
obtain his handprint when Mr. Kruze killed himself
in 1997. His family, who knew of the memorial
project and supported it, allowed Mr. Irving to
go to the funeral home to make an imprint of Mr.
Kruze's hand.
It will take another year and an
estimated $400,000 in fundraising to finish the
monument, which Mr. Irving would prefer to see
erected at Queen's Park or City Hall.
While he has considerable work
to do before that day, he knows he as overcome
far worse challenges, and looks forward to the
monument helping others to do the same.
“It doesn't feel to me that
my childhood abuse guides me any more in fighting
and struggling” to overcome the shame, isolation
and rage that marked his past, he said. “That's
behind me.”