When my mothers friend was diagnosed with breast cancer. It didnt hit her until they told her the severity of how far it had spread. They said they would have to remove both breasts and that was just the start of the treatment. A first stage of chemotheorpy left her bald.
I asked if it would be possible to take some photographs of her at this stage, she willingly accepted. My own concerns and fears of cancer are seemingly with fear like anybody.
Taking the photographs led to a discovery of a woman whose 'identity' became an asexual image.
Enlarging the image on to a large scale painting.
It still sits unfinished.
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