Cité Sick: Food Poisoning Days

I was supposed to make art. Instead, I spent most of the residency horizontal, sick, and staring at the ceiling. These pictures are what Paris looked like when I couldn’t leave the bed. Not the city of lights, but the city of nausea, vomit, and diarrhoea.

I was alone in my studio at Cité des Arts, Paris. Weak and tortured.

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