I recently told my doctor that I felt like a vapour. There is a disturbing sensation of being two people at once. The fierce woman inwards – becoming a crone outwards. Various layers of me becoming increasingly invisible. I am caressed less. Spoken to less. There is no prescription for that. Left to myself, I take my vaporous existence and go talk to the ravens and let them possess me … am I theirs now?

Acrylic on canvas