Woman and blood are inseparable, from the moment she is born - menstruation, during birth and when giving birth. She comes from blood and will return to blood.
Thinking of how beautiful the world is was my only consolation during those dark and lonely hours when I was caring for my father in the Penang General Hospital. These pieces, and a few more, were drawn at his bedside, in the late nights and wee hours of the morning. The year was 2003. My father died in June.