There are lucky numbers and unlucky ones. And there are still those that mark the overcoming and rebirth. At the age of 48, I was suddenly hospitalized with an infection in the pancreas and remained in hospital for 48 days, earning 48 surgical staples in the abdomen.
During this season, I began to illustrate everything around me, all thoughts, all the surreal stories told by other patients, the pains, fears, visiting hours, routines, dreams and even the medlar tree that I saw from the window from the monitored care room. Paper sketches saved me.