It became a symbol for a noose.

I did a total of 66 paintings and here I was finally finding the way I wanted to paint.

It was a way for me to hang on to my identity. For me, during this period of my life, it became a form of retaining my identity.

He had become like a family member. He didn't have anybody else here and I didn't have anybody else here, so it was a strong bond.

He was depending on me more. I didn't know if I could do it.

I had now made about 45 pictures, but what had I become? I knew all too well: a phallic symbol. All over the world I was, as a name and personality, equated with sex.