Arabella's art and culture with a dash of gas
These past few weeks have marked the first time in almost a year I'm not in some sort of pain. For those who don't know, I am a terminal cancer patient; the cancer is everywhere, I've lost count of the locations, and I've don't the hardcore chemo along with hardcore radiation. This isn't my first… Continue reading Essential Beauty Products for Cancer Patients
These days I just assume everyone knows, and that does seem to be the case. My prognosis was months, not years, but even though I was supposed to die in August I am still here. After two more rounds of chemotherapy that has kicked my ass so intensely (even with a break in Hawaii) that… Continue reading Still Here
I just want the pandemic over so I can do things before I am either in a wheelchair or develop neurological issues. Getting treated in a pandemic at a glossy white hospital with new age music playing, and people wearing masks, gives it all dystopian science fiction vibes.
Studying anatomy was never something that I took seriously or practiced much in art school. In fact, I kind of sucked at it. So as a result I've gone with a very mannerist approach with distorting anatomy of my figures here and there. It is all very strange, considering my new fascination the last four… Continue reading Art in Medical Arts: Show It, Don’t Tell It
