"In Ana Carey's haunting portrait, fragmented statements of the heart, its rhythms, failures, and functions, are etched across the face, blurring the line between physiology and psyche. The clinical becomes personal, a silent scream beneath the skin, echoing the disorientation and intensity of psychosis."
"In Ana Carey's haunting portrait, fragmented statements of the heart, its rhythms, failures, and functions, are etched across the face, blurring the line between physiology and psyche. The clinical becomes personal, a silent scream beneath the skin, echoing the disorientation and intensity of psychosis."