This, my friends, is a painting of my brain. Well, kind of. A abstract painting with angry strokes depicting my MRI of my brain and tumor. I made this after another frustrating Neurologist appointment.
We don’t choose the bodies we are born in. The skin color that covers us, the organs that make us breathe, the nerves that make us feel. Sometimes your body can feel at odds with yourself, like a prison. This series is about that.
Stretched canvas on wooden framing.
22 x 28 in.