Clare Flint’s work is an unfolding story of healing. For more than twenty years she painted vast figurative canvases, inspired by the power and narrative of Renaissance art. Her largest piece, a thirty‑foot triptych titled The Inner Scream, gave form to what could not be spoken or cried.

Illness and trauma reshaped her practice. Today she draws in pencil—small, faint works that are hauntingly beautiful. Their delicacy does not diminish their force; each drawing carries the depth of memory, the search for lost inner parts, and the quiet persistence of survival.

In the hierarchy of needs, creativity is often placed last — something for when safety, shelter, and connection are secure. But for her, when nearly every need below was missing, creativity became a lifeline. It was a way for parts to scream without noise. Her art doesn’t come from comfort. It comes from necessity and that is why it carries such power.