Anatomy Street

Anatomy Street began when I lost my mentor while she was travelling in Africa. I was waiting to hear back from her, and I never did.

While waiting, I started exploring the body as architecture. Lungs as branching structures. Organs as topographic maps. Each piece asks: how do we house ourselves? What does it mean to survive in a body that is both sanctuary and prison?

The colour palettes across the series represent different emotional states of inhabiting flesh. Pink is vulnerability. Green is growth. Yellow is urgency. Purple is grief. These are not medical illustrations. They are maps of embodiment.