My late grandmother spent her life reading cells for signs of illness. I found her old, hand-cut cytology slides and, unexpectedly, several carrying my own name, aged 9. Seeing my cells in her archive was startling and intimate. I grew up looking through glass beside her; now, as an artist, I find that same microscopic world resurfacing in my paintings.
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