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So, at the same time I was obsessively painting beautiful little paintings of bottles of antidepressants, I was also painting lemons.

I was thinking about medicine as salvation, and I was thinking a lot about salvation myths. I was also having car problems and thinking my car was a lemon - defective from the factory, made on a Friday, whatever. Like me, I thought - the guy with the pill boxes. So in a world where Paxil boxes were painted as portraits of salvation, these little lemon paintings started to feel like self portraits.