I often find myself returning to the visual language of human anatomy. The internal structure of our bodies is something that is undeniably universal; we all share the same basic systems with the same risks of failure to varying degrees. I have found that there is something visceral and demanding in these images, especially when we walk the edge of gore and beauty, for the systems are beautiful in their way. These works draw on anatomy as a starting point for a very personal need to understand how our bodies fail us, how we live through grief when they fail in the absolute worst ways, and how we live in spite of chronic diseases that sometimes even medicine struggles to fully understand. This process of reinterpreting scientific, longstanding medical diagrams allows me an entry point into exploring and understanding my personal feelings regarding such illnesses.