There are some pessimistic or “realist” philosophers who warn us that life is full of hardships. Did they mention the modern medical matrix in which the self exists in a world between medical interventions, diagnoses and treatments of varying resemblance to mediaeval tortures? Ofcourse I am exaggerating. Or amI? Not sure. Never liked blood so I may be biased.
Surgery is one of the most interventionist kinds of treatment. A mixture of pain and the possibility of relatively quick relief. It seems to come in stages. This series of paintings goes from contemplating surgery to recovery and return to wellness. This is a good luck story.
Dedicated to JG.