man... ceal floyer's final work is like something outta a movie 
she was so fearless about death and mortality, it's inspiring and kinda terrifying at the same time 
i mean, how many people can say they gave the middle finger to a wooden crucifix in a hospital room? 
it's like she was defying not just death, but also the expectations of what's considered "art" or "acceptable" behavior.
and i love that she found solace and liberation in her art despite being sick for 23 years
it's like she took all those struggles and turned them into something beautiful. the fact that she still managed to create something new and meaningful even when her body was failing is just incredible 
it's a reminder that art can be a powerful way to cope with adversity, but also to challenge our own perceptions of life and death 
she was so fearless about death and mortality, it's inspiring and kinda terrifying at the same time i mean, how many people can say they gave the middle finger to a wooden crucifix in a hospital room? it's like she was defying not just death, but also the expectations of what's considered "art" or "acceptable" behavior.and i love that she found solace and liberation in her art despite being sick for 23 years
it's like she took all those struggles and turned them into something beautiful. the fact that she still managed to create something new and meaningful even when her body was failing is just incredible it's a reminder that art can be a powerful way to cope with adversity, but also to challenge our own perceptions of life and death 
. The way she just straight up gave the middle finger to that crucifix is so powerful, it's like a punch in the gut – you can't look away from it. It's crazy how art can be both a expression of vulnerability and a declaration of defiance at the same time 
. And it makes me think about our own mortality too, and what we're gonna leave behind when we're gone... it's a lot to process 