I know that this painting looks strange.
And probably no-one of you will understand it’s true meaning.
You see, I am a sufferer from a chronic, uncurable illness.
I have been told to take medicine 3 times per dy, every day, until my last day.
Yet I decided not to.
Instead, I chaned everything in my life I could, to just live a normal life.
This illness is called ’ Acid reflux esophagitis’, which means that the stomach acid travels up and down my system at all times, causing a lot of pain.
Especially, as because of this I have got up to now, three raw areas inside my stomach, therefore the pain sometimes gets unbearable.
There are many ays, that I spend, curled up in a ball on the floor, crying, because the pain is too great.
It is hard to speak, even breathe during these attacks.
I am actually having an attack at this very moment, while I’m typing.
The chicken, I had for lunch, was too spicy, and the potatoes I had with it, have been cooked with presence of oil.
I am now considering going hospital, as I probably won’t be able to sleep because of the pain.
But wait, no, what is the point.
The painkillers wouldn’t help.
I just have to be a patient little girl and wait for the pain to go.
Even if it could take a week for it to go.
Even if all, I could eat, would be baby food.
It’s ok, I’ve got good amount of baby food stocked up for such occassions anyways.
How do I feel now?
Exactly as it is shown in the painting.
Exactly like that.
Tempera, watercolors, acrylic spray paint.