Butterfly Needle (2026)
Acrylic on 16 x 20 inch canvas.
I painted this piece to express my discomfort during blood draws and to highlight the subtle condescension present in medical routines that claim to be “gentle” with the butterfly needle. My blood forms a winding line, restrained, while the butterfly needle remains still.
Acrylic on 16 x 20 inch canvas.
I painted this piece to express my discomfort during blood draws and to highlight the subtle condescension present in medical routines that claim to be “gentle” with the butterfly needle. My blood forms a winding line, restrained, while the butterfly needle remains still.
I set the scene in snow to reflect the cold, sterile feeling of hospitals, a chill that you feel not just in the room, but inside yourself. The blue gloves stand out against warm skin, showing the power difference between patient and doctor. What is called care can feel distant, clinical, and even dismissive. My work tries to show this tension: how procedures can hide vulnerability, make fear look pretty, and turn pain into something quietly ignored.