Melissa Anne Carroll. painting cancer

melissa anne carroll

it’s been a while since i have shared anybody else’s art other than Lily’s on here

and this ARTsy wednesday post is a bit heavier and darker than usual but, i have been really wanting to honor Melissa Anne Carroll for all her strength as a cancer fighter and as an amazing artist

i found Melissa on instagram when i first joined and was immediately blown away  by not only her talent but also how raw and true she was

within herself and within her art

she amazed me the same way Egon Schiele does every time i look at his work

i say was because sadly Melissa lost her battle to cancer around thirty weeks ago

she suffered plenty and for too long for someone so young

so, today i would like to celebrate Melissa, her art, and all she left for us to learn from what she endured

also, fuck cancer

“Before my diagnosis I had a studio in Brooklyn, where I painted large oil paintings of other people.  After my diagnosis I had to move in with my parents, get rid of my studio,  and couldn’t really be around oil paint or turpentine because of the odor and toxicity.  My whole life drastically changed with that one cancer diagnosis phone call.  From then on I found myself feeling very isolated in this “cancer world”.  My treatments have been absolutely brutal and many times I felt I was on death’s door.  I found myself truly alone with myself, confronted with extremely tough and heavy thoughts that cancer threw in my face.  As my treatments continued, the less I could relate to my old friends and work.
  I started using watercolors because I could paint in bed and they had no toxic odor to make me nauseas.  At first I painted weird little images from my heavily drugged brain, avoiding thinking about cancer and death as much as I could. I was using painting as more of an escape at the beginning.  I have always been a portrait painter and knew I would sooner or later have to paint a bald self portrait.  I had to.  Thats how this series started.  From then on I became more passionate on telling this story especially after my cancer spread to my lungs in January.  Since then I understood what the word “terminal” meant a lot more.  Feelings and thoughts that I had pushed away because I innocently thought I would be “cured,” now had to be dealt with and I took to my watercolors.  Cancer has unfortunately consumed my life and I needed to address this with my work.  I can’t explain how scary and alone cancer is but hope my paintings do.  I’m not trying to sugar coat anything with these pieces.  They are not happy paintings, but they are real, and I believe other cancer patients can relate to them.”

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