Oncology
A black-framed 47X35-inch oil on canvas. One of a series of paintings dedicated to the medical arts and sciences.
I had a friend and tennis partner back in the late 1990s who was undergoing radiation treatment for cancer. I asked him what thoughts would go through his mind as he lay there receiving the treatment. He told me that he would envision the cancer cells being incinerated like plastic pellets exposed to flame, disintegrating into tiny black particles.
A black-framed 47X35-inch oil on canvas. One of a series of paintings dedicated to the medical arts and sciences.
I had a friend and tennis partner back in the late 1990s who was undergoing radiation treatment for cancer. I asked him what thoughts would go through his mind as he lay there receiving the treatment. He told me that he would envision the cancer cells being incinerated like plastic pellets exposed to flame, disintegrating into tiny black particles.
A black-framed 47X35-inch oil on canvas. One of a series of paintings dedicated to the medical arts and sciences.
I had a friend and tennis partner back in the late 1990s who was undergoing radiation treatment for cancer. I asked him what thoughts would go through his mind as he lay there receiving the treatment. He told me that he would envision the cancer cells being incinerated like plastic pellets exposed to flame, disintegrating into tiny black particles.