carissa licciardello

A strong smell drives a splinter into my brain. The world simultaneously fractures into sharp slithers and muddies into swirling circles across my vision. Migraines are an inheritance from my grandmother, through my mother, to me – another ‘gift’ of womanhood, like the shedding of the uterus and other pains we silently endure. We experience migraines more severely and more frequently than men - three times as often.

 

This piece, an experimental combination of drawing and computer-based imagery, brings us up close and personal with a visual expression of the sensation, the experience of a migraine, of a silent pain typically hidden from outside eyes.