Oil on Canvas
52" x 36"
In the fall of 1989, I suffered a drug-induced seizure and ended up in the emergency room. In the bay next to me was a man who had apparently suffered a heart attack. I overheard a pedantic young intern explaining to the patient’s Jamaican wife the, “ramifications of the myocardial infarction.” He went into great detail describing, “necrotic tissue formation,” and referred to it as something of a, “scab.” The wife’s anxiety was not relieved by his oration. A certified paramedic myself, I rose from my gurney and gave her the ‘rasta-version’ (in plain terminology) of what had happened toher husband. Upon my discharge I returned to my studio and produced this rendering based on the intern’s failed attempt at bedazzlement.