‘In the workings of her mind, she may have decided art was her best medication,’ says her sister Cheryl Maxwell (above).
'I saw all the emotions, the ups and downs my sister suffered, painted on the canvases,’ says suicide survivor.
THE paintings lay everywhere. Stacked in neat, methodical piles, they filled every room in the tiny apartment. The dining room, kitchen, bathroom, bedroom – all full of artwork.
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