Think Pink

October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month. I thought I'd display some of the ways you can support breast cancer research. I know there are so many ways to donate through "retail therapy". Please be sure that what you buy actually donates at least part of the proceeds for The Cause.

http://cms.komen.org/komen/index.htm

http://www.cancer.org/docroot/home/index.asp

http://www.shopwarriorsinpink.com/default.cfm?fuse=home


I always wear my pink ribbon on my shoulder, it's a tattoo in honor of my mom. (I know it's not the best picture)

The Pule Kagaroo

I was going through some of my old stuff and I found this notebook from when I was either seven or eight years old. It has several two page stories that I wrote and illustrated. I showed them to Elias and we both laughed so hard we cried. I don't think I had very good grades then, because the spelling is really bad. I don't know if the word "pule" is supposed to be purple or puce. This one is called "The Pule Kagaroo".

Mom's Birthday

It was my mom's birthday on the 4th. The kids spray painted a wooden planter pink (they love to spray paint). We mixed some of my mom's ashes in some potting soil and planted a lime tree. My mom once said that when she died she wanted to be a tree, I'm not sure if this is what she meant. :S It was a nice way to honor her birthday and a good lesson about life cycles.

Yo-yo painted this, Chickie is what they call her instead of Grandma.

I painted the chicks.
A portrait of Chickie by Yo-yo.

Homage

"...Cambodians believe we just rent this body, it is just a house for the spirit, and if the house is full of termites it is time to leave." -Dith Pran



I lost my Mom to breast cancer this past October. It was a six year battle and this last one was especially arduous after the disease metastasized to her brain.
This is the fourth drawing I came up with. I got really obsessed with getting her likeness perfect. I finally decided to drop it, and just draw her the way I imagined. My mom used to spend so much time on her hair, crimping it (yes, crimping ) and trying to get it as big as possible. She would then drive to work with the window down giving her this crazy mane that everyone knew her for. She read the bible a lot and and loved images of Mary. I have her ascending above her home in my childhood neighborhood (which I must say, I referenced Google maps and that site is seriously creepy). She has wings, pink, which became her favorite color after she got sick. I guess what I'm trying to say is that this topic was really cathartic for me. It gave me a lot of peace just to draw this little doodle.