Honeymoon's Over
Honeymoon's Over
 Honeymoon's Over II
Honeymoon's Over II
 Mondays
Mondays
 6 Insulin Hexamer
6 Insulin Hexamer
 Who are you
Who are you
Diagnosis
Diagnosis
 Thoughts
Thoughts
Honeymoon's Over
Honeymoon's OverMixed Media: Silk, Organza, Acrylics, Glass BeadingStatement: They say managing Diabetes is an art, not a science; you have to be creative, adjusting hour by hour. Nothing is ever perfect, ranges shift, edges fray and blur, timelines warp - everything comes together - and everything falls apart in a heartbeat. This piece represents my 3-month blood sugar chart as I left the Honeymoon Phase of T1DM: Beautifully flawed.Size: 44in x 25in
Honeymoon's Over II
Honeymoon's Over IIMixed Media: Silk, Organza, Acrylics, Glass BeadingStatement: They say managing Diabetes is an art, not a science; you have to be creative, adjusting hour by hour. Nothing is ever perfect, ranges shift, edges fray and blur, timelines warp - everything comes together - and everything falls apart in a heartbeat. This piece represents my 3-month blood sugar chart as I left the Honeymoon Phase of T1DM: Beautifully flawed.Size: 44in x 25in
Mondays
MondaysMixed Media: Silk, acrylic, cotton thread, glass beads, VerioIQ blood test stripsStatement: Patterns surround me. Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, hormones, cold season, stress. Everything is structured, nothing is in order.Size: 12 in x 12 in
6 Insulin Hexamer
6 Insulin HexamerMixed Media: Fabric dye, glass beads, silk, cotton thread, insulin pump tubingStatement: Once natural, now artificially delivered, measured, monitored. Purchased. The artificial becomes almost natural. But what I wouldn't give for an artificial hexamer. Size: 12 in x 12 in 
Who are you
Who are you Acrylic on canvasStatement: I've looked at your face in the mirror for decades. But suddenly you are a stranger to me. Something is missing. Something is poisoned.Size: 16 in x 20 in
Diagnosis
DiagnosisAcrylic on canvasPart of me died. Trapped inside a body I do not know. Confined inside a structured chaos that has changed me. I am alive, but I am no longer myself.Size: 20 in x 24 in
Thoughts
Thoughts"Though I occupy the space, I am a foreigner in my own skin. An outsider, trying to manage a job I was never meant to do.""My blood beats to its own drum. And I follow, throwing in my own dance steps here and there.""I used to appreciate my body. Now I love it. I worship its existence. I am humbled by its systems.
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