Can a broken spine be turned into a steel corset of defiant beauty? She is the queen of the self-inflicted gaze, turning her blood and surgical scars into a surrealist garden of thorns. "I paint myself because I am the subject I know best," she declared, refusing to be a victim of her own anatomy. Her work is a "ribbon around a bomb," a combination of folk art and raw, modern agony. To look at her is to see the dual nature of existence—the pain of the earth and the flight of the spirit. She is the revolutionary of the mirror.
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