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A beige canvas, dyed with spots of cyanotype is twisted and suspended in the air. The edges of the canvas have been unraveled and hang downward.

Camilla Jerome

Wounds Need Air

ABSTRACT

It wasn’t just one accident or disease but a series of disorders that went undiagnosed and untreated. My disabled body is not a fixed state but a fluid mode of being, on a path towards deep embodied knowing, to heal the torment I have endured over fifteen years within the Medical Industrial Complex. Today, doctor’s bedside rhetoric is filled with modern terms for hysteria to gaslight and inflict gendered medical abuse. This form of medical trauma is endemic amongst millions of womxn globally. The disbelief of our suffering is drowned out by the western ideals of whiteness, beauty, femininity, ability, and health. I reclaim my voice, my self, my time, and my lived experience of being silenced and disregarded as a woman in pain, as truth. 

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A beige canvas, dyed with spots of cyanotype is twisted and suspended in the air. The edges of the canvas have been unraveled and hand downward.

I Tried So Hard To Keep It All Together

Walking Study on Mud

Cyanotype, and bathwater on canvas, unraveled by hand. Mirror, wood, and paint.
30" x 80"
2020

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A beige canvas, dyed with spots of cyanotype is twisted and suspended in the air. The edges of the canvas have been unraveled and hang downward.

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A reflection of beige canvas, dyed with spots of cyanotype is twisted and suspended in the air. The edges of the canvas have been unraveled and hang downward.