OLD ART 14
FÉVRIER 25, 2018I'd started this drawing in one of the hardest periods of my life. In addition to being neglected by my family, it was my first attempt to draw during my cancer. I was trying to draw myself, to re-appropriate myself.
And honestly, the hardest thing about cancer isn't the disease. It's the people and the way they treat you.
Between the lack of intimacy, the insistence, the emotional misunderstanding. The fact of being a teenager locked in a cell. Without occupation, without security. People who take advantage of your vulnerability. Not being taken seriously, when you're the only one who can really understand your body, even though doctors turn a deaf ear. It was despicable. And I'll always resent most people in this business.Jul 26, 2023
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