Mixed media-collage on paper, 1,5 by 5 inches.
One night, after I was diagnosed with breast cancer and was to pass a battery of pre-op tests, I woke up and just laid staring on my pillow. I remember the stare well: thoughts were floating through my mind, like a stream, I wasn't fringing, held no focus, no muscle tensed at all...Would that have been the look of acceptance, I wonder?...A therapist/sexologist explained in his talk that we're undergoing treatments and are given drugs and they all come with instruction leaflets...We're all prescribed "acceptance," but for that, there's no leaflet included....
This piece is a fragment of my entry for chromatophore, a mail-art project.
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