So here is my tumor. At least this is how I remember it looking. It haunts me pretty much every second of the day, so I’m pretty sure this is as accurate as I can get it without actually copying a picture. Kind of therapeutic, to face it head on, to create it myself. Gives me some sense of power over it, I guess. I think I’ll call this painting A Kiss to Remember after the My Dying Bride song of the same name. If you haven’t heard it, do. It is the perfect embodiment of The Sublime.
I had a wonderful friend from high school visit me today. I have forgotten how nice it is to be around someone who doesn’t pretend to be perfect. How very refreshing.