This piece maps a full year of living inside the cycle of chronic illness. Each pill bottle represents one week, arranged in a grid that mirrors the structure medication forces into my life.

Everytime a new medication is started the glaze begins clean and controlled, capturing the hope that comes with the beginning of treatment. But week after week, that optimism erodes. Colors break down, surfaces fail, and the form slips into chaos. It’s the visual language of disappointment, side effects, and the realization that this round isn’t going to fix anything.

The gaps in the grid are intentional. They mark the weeks when the burnout wins and the constant push to try something new collapses under exhaustion. These empty spaces acknowledge the truth that managing illness isn’t a straight line, and compliance isn’t effortless.

By repeating this cycle across fifty-two weeks, the installation reveals the relentlessness of chasing relief. It’s not about blaming medication or glorifying endurance. It’s about naming the pattern. This work makes visible what usually happens behind closed doors: the ongoing, exhausting labor of trying to get better.