tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70558715804297577702024-03-05T15:29:31.722+01:00Painting 2 cancersUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger104125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055871580429757770.post-61960058169550300172014-09-11T20:42:00.002+02:002014-09-11T20:42:24.716+02:00Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055871580429757770.post-56066276371095183372011-10-12T16:30:00.006+02:002011-11-09T12:24:01.022+01:00Breast Cancer Awareness Month-Help me Give Back?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioMeQnxyprcGLunkb8jticBhNAp6CVVkzyIGQqiy2Uf9j3Q2qwGBf_9UKDYUGcDWUH-llWIDOZzEy84RVM1OzTsuQRNM32emHARxMzuo0VXAqNsIfV05wYRkQrI4bmQU8w8VYrVoc560g/s1600/pink1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioMeQnxyprcGLunkb8jticBhNAp6CVVkzyIGQqiy2Uf9j3Q2qwGBf_9UKDYUGcDWUH-llWIDOZzEy84RVM1OzTsuQRNM32emHARxMzuo0VXAqNsIfV05wYRkQrI4bmQU8w8VYrVoc560g/s400/pink1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663042875026070834" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span class="caption"><div id="id_4e972b98e3e9b0f51230117" class="text_exposed_root text_exposed"><span class="text_exposed_show">On the right is Alisa Savoretti, founder of My Hope Chest, whom I met <a href="http://www.myhopechest.org/art-benefit-fk-the-big-c">at the opening of F**K the big C!</a> last month.</span></div></span></span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin62u5db6lZpe0OfAMJZPkPga2FAt5eq7lS1AHLkZYacOybeRl5wb74yW8CiAWq8rUZFUM9ytYqOHfKyfw-m5Abb5Gf6potD_m4UsaFOl4IwfPi0kwaXqDj-DNvQ34R1bWF0qURBb3nuk/s1600/f**k%2Bc%2Bexhibit.jpg"><br /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Own a signed print by me and help me raise $500---almost there, need a push---this October to help breast cancer survivors afford a reconstruction via <a href="http://www.myhopechest.org/">My Hope Chest</a>!<br />It's Breast Cancer Awareness Month----hence I'm aware of one of my two cancers and thankful for all positive happenings I got in its aftermath. Should you or your contacts be thinking of donating to a breast cancer cause, how about this one? :)<br /><span class="caption"><div id="id_4e972b98e3e9b0f51230117" class="text_exposed_root text_exposed"><span class="text_exposed_show"> <a href="http://www.seekingkali.com/fk-the-big-c.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow nofollow"><span></span></a><br /></span><br /></div></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Time to give back! Will You help?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Available prints are on <a href="http://www.seekingkali.com/fk-the-big-c.html">F**k the big C!</a><br /><br />We made it! Thank You all! A check is in the mail to My Hope Chest! (Nov. 9)<br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055871580429757770.post-19761324950611965242011-09-21T17:02:00.027+02:002013-12-01T18:34:05.210+01:00Impressions of F**k the big C!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRgq4eXngUu_lghrzNRfbX67CFmAHkqxyjaFUxM8S0UPNX3Kz9Fw8SIEYoUPxDpVMqHH-Inz7ZvzrD6p6sGiCez4K-iX_lunDJHhWRaw5lbBLbH1Q-7VWASqQ51F8hEfLfscZMJLIwyKY/s1600/309419_10150288693436889_583436888_7795740_1232942810_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654830039185476290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRgq4eXngUu_lghrzNRfbX67CFmAHkqxyjaFUxM8S0UPNX3Kz9Fw8SIEYoUPxDpVMqHH-Inz7ZvzrD6p6sGiCez4K-iX_lunDJHhWRaw5lbBLbH1Q-7VWASqQ51F8hEfLfscZMJLIwyKY/s400/309419_10150288693436889_583436888_7795740_1232942810_n.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /></a><span style="font-size: 78%; font-weight: bold;"></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 78%; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 78%;">signing my pieces upon arrival at the eve-N-odd gallery</span>, 9/7</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://vimeo.com/28946447">NBC interviews F**K the Big C</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/evertson">William Evertson</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">my pieces on the wall</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">showtime!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjjbKddgmDIuZ8mOglcOaM16zkqHCoQ_Ch1JjGr2WK6Yxp0ZDuIN3ZkgJDO2UbRUA_9Uy2AjzlmUIbMbc1iE98joK4_3M9DBpD1lgWBKSC2CJqBueWyVa4w_y1tn6Qde129PJ9r9aUt2w/s1600/312556_248111968558995_176364342400425_642165_1053627896_n.jpg"><br /></a><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaFpKpFL3q09ae-WAKp8eRBO3Sho9M0xOKOGCq7hWZ4zDCBo_mSoeXPcl8aNLWsfk-8UzCVyBybcGHIsGvxH2qjxJ8qwaH4Ht_NBNt_vLNwbWR6F7P3mJrbDiycB2K-gTafE3AphrYqe4/s1600/5166340.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654830043351624706" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaFpKpFL3q09ae-WAKp8eRBO3Sho9M0xOKOGCq7hWZ4zDCBo_mSoeXPcl8aNLWsfk-8UzCVyBybcGHIsGvxH2qjxJ8qwaH4Ht_NBNt_vLNwbWR6F7P3mJrbDiycB2K-gTafE3AphrYqe4/s400/5166340.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 225px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><span style="font-size: 78%; font-weight: bold;">opening night, at the end already ....</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><span style="font-size: 78%; font-weight: bold;">I'm sitting next to the donations jar, for the postcard donations of the mini <a href="http://fckthebigc.tumblr.com/">F**k the big C! mail art call</a> I attached to this show. We raised $200 on opening night.</span> <span style="font-size: 78%; font-weight: bold;">Thank You all Participating Artists!</span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizGMiT2eusNcavIGZOk5p-dBPgFB9PDBan8Gf3gA4RGx6D_sWyIxnzrBIAG5IGhyKZ4p4YME3V3HAuyYLM-igCwWheQ7H_8ChiToSCE47vguhLiCalj-j83Mc10NjL6fsmWoi4_bTGrCQ/s1600/325274_10150384932911654_133483611653_10095944_1614976051_o.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654830940366587522" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizGMiT2eusNcavIGZOk5p-dBPgFB9PDBan8Gf3gA4RGx6D_sWyIxnzrBIAG5IGhyKZ4p4YME3V3HAuyYLM-igCwWheQ7H_8ChiToSCE47vguhLiCalj-j83Mc10NjL6fsmWoi4_bTGrCQ/s400/325274_10150384932911654_133483611653_10095944_1614976051_o.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 312px;" /></a><span style="font-size: 78%; font-weight: bold;">Raffi Darrow, volunteer at <a href="http://www.myhopechest.org/">My Hope Ches</a>t and Alisa Savoretti, founder of <a href="http://www.myhopechest.org/">My Hope Chest</a> and me, in front of my pieces at the show.</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><span style="font-size: 78%; font-weight: bold;">For each sold<a href="http://www.seekingkali.com/fk-the-big-c.html"> print</a>, I will donate $40 to this NPO, <span class="fsm">focusing on funding Breast Reconstruction surgery for uninsured breast cancer survivors. They are the ONLY national organization providing this "final step in breast cancer treatment"</span></span><span style="color: #993300; font-family: courier new; font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"><span class="fsm">Many Thanks go to my <a href="http://www.seekingkali.com/">Seeking Kali</a> collaborator and friend <a href="http://www.williamevertson.net/">William Evertson</a> for printing, preparing the prints, shipping, traveling to the show, hanging the show, assisting in every thinkable way, documenting and all his and his wife Karen's support!! I could not have done it without Bill! Love You Both!</span></span><span style="color: #993300; font-family: courier new; font-size: 100%;"><span class="fsm"><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;">Press:</span><br /><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia;">-daytimeonline.tv: </span><a href="http://www2.daytimeonline.tv/content/2011/sep/12/telling-cancer-where-go/daytime-weblinks/" style="color: black; font-family: georgia;">Telling Cancer Where To Go</a><br /><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia;">-St.Petersburg Times: defiant Art: F the big C by Lennie Bennett, 9/8.<br />-Creative Loafing,<a href="http://cltampa.com/tampa/fk-the-big-c/Event?oid=2577698"> F**k the big C!</a><br />-All Events in St. Petersburg, <a href="http://allevents.in/Petersburg/F**K-THE-BIG-C%21-3-Sistahs-Spread-Cancer-Awareness-September-Group-Show/189315527785555">F**k the big C!</a><br />-</span></span></span>The Tampa Bay Newspapers: Beacon, Leader, Bee, <a href="http://eve-n-odd.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-4-women-september-2011.html">Just 4 Women</a> by Lee Clark Zumpe, September 2011.<br />
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- The Island Reporter, <a href="http://www.theislandreporter.com/read-current-issue/october-issue-2011.html">October 2011 issue</a>, p. 9 and p. 21.<br />
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-On eve-N-odd's blog <a href="http://eve-n-odd.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2011-09-15T06%3A25%3A00-07%3A00&max-results=7">'Ria Vanden Eynde and My Hope Chest'</a>.<br />
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-On Bill Evertson's blog: <a href="http://billevertson.blogspot.com/2011/09/post-fk-cancer.html">'Post F**k Cancer'.</a><br />
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-On Caroline's Breast Cancer Blog: <a href="http://carolinemfr.blogspot.com/2011/09/creatively-coping.html">'Creatively Coping'.</a><br />
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<span style="color: #993300; font-weight: bold;">Purchase one of my pieces</span><a href="http://www.seekingkali.com/fk-the-big-c.html" style="color: #993300; font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: #993300; font-style: italic;">here</span></a><span style="color: #993300; font-weight: bold;"> and help me fund a reconstruction for a breast cancer survivor via </span><a href="http://www.myhopechest.org/" style="color: #993300; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">My Hope Chest</a><span style="color: #993300; font-weight: bold;">!</span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055871580429757770.post-69228762910750505062011-08-30T13:51:00.009+02:002011-09-05T16:13:53.358+02:00F**k the Big C! Getting Packed!<div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjimDhLvH42NCaX2sedjpUU2-B4ibscEen01U9XzeVZOdFtB0XHExz1cBC82R20FqonLW51v30Yaif6Gat2VZEU3oRk1Y9ja-BmGB8_p-VIXoIIgL5VdGBXmX1vhsgS4tp9TuCXQrGQ1wE/s1600/blogimage+fuck+the+big+C.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjimDhLvH42NCaX2sedjpUU2-B4ibscEen01U9XzeVZOdFtB0XHExz1cBC82R20FqonLW51v30Yaif6Gat2VZEU3oRk1Y9ja-BmGB8_p-VIXoIIgL5VdGBXmX1vhsgS4tp9TuCXQrGQ1wE/s400/blogimage+fuck+the+big+C.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646616268676984642" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Getting Ready, Getting Excited! Hope to see you there! </span>
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<br />Next week I will be in FL opening the <a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.riavandeneynde.com/index.html">F**k the big C! (He)Art's Healing Power</a> group art show at eve-N-odd gallery, 645 Central Ave #11, St. Petersburg, FL.
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<br />So why the F word? It's simple enough for me:
<br />-I have no reason to be polite to cancer. It hasn't been courteous towards me, neither of the two times it struck. Using the F word in a show title can be educating. When we are confronted with our impotence, using expletives may help us vent our humongous frustration. The ** reflect the energy it's used with ;)
<br />-Don't you find it heart wrenching how policies will allocate big funds to kill people off in conflicts and war while we have a hard time struggling to get funds for something life sustaining as cancer research?
<br />-Wouldn't it be awesome if eradicating cancer from our bodies would be as simple as saying "F**k You Cancer"?
<br />-I have cancer, bloody hell, I have two, three actually if you're counting types! One of then NOT under control and, well, are they ever? Still, they sure will not have my spirit as long as I'm breathing. They will not have me. That and mainly that is how I give (my) cancer(s) the middle finger.
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<br /><span class="text_exposed_show">F**K THE BIG C! is for all those who went through it, for all those who're going through it, for all those who live with it, and for all those who were taken from us by the disease.</span>
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<br />Jennifer Kosharek, eve-N-odd gallerist and myself will be interviewed by NBC's local morning show <span style="font-style: italic;">Daytime </span>... this Thursday morning so please tune in! Check out the article in Creative Loafing <a href="http://cltampa.com/tampa/fk-the-big-c/Event?oid=2577698">HERE</a>. Then I'll be at the eve-N-odd gallery Thursday 9/8, from 6-8 pm, 645 Central Ave. #11, St. Petersburg, FL 33701. Delicious food catered by Courtside Grille! And some pink drink! I hope to see you there!
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<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055871580429757770.post-82663695204565009792011-07-28T17:13:00.012+02:002011-08-13T15:18:44.824+02:00painting2cancers for My Hope Chest at F**k the big C! September, eve-N-odd, St. Petersburg, FL<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh93BJGcQl5c2kutk7Kub8hezdUT0QYljWBQiDqEmVTh1X6i1tetGObLIl_CBkZf11QkF68WAPsWOuv3dUuRSKy1f_ClfQfu8JM5yuxhlFgNsBgeclmXqPlZSE_aOVCv8dOPDyjkB6GJh4/s1600/myhopechestshirt.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh93BJGcQl5c2kutk7Kub8hezdUT0QYljWBQiDqEmVTh1X6i1tetGObLIl_CBkZf11QkF68WAPsWOuv3dUuRSKy1f_ClfQfu8JM5yuxhlFgNsBgeclmXqPlZSE_aOVCv8dOPDyjkB6GJh4/s400/myhopechestshirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634422111907629026" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Poster for the F**k the big C! group show, free downlad via <a href="http://www.riavandeneynde.com/posters-free-download.html">riavandeneynde.com</a></span></span>
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<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I organized a group show <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">F**k the big C!</span> with gallerist Jennifer Kosharek at her gallery <a href="http://www.eve-n-odd.blogspot.com/">eve-N-odd</a>, 645 Central Avenue #11, St. Petersburg, FL 33701, USA in September. Art will include works by cancer survivors Betty Esperanza (Canada), Branka Djordjevic (Luxemburg) and myself, Ria Vanden Eynde (Belgium). F**k the big C! opens September 8 at 6pm with live performances and runs through September.
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<br />Donations go to local cancer support projects, including $40 of each of my prints sold to <a href="http://www.myhopechest.org/">My Hope Chest</a>, a Tampa based NPO helping uninsured breast cancer survivors afford breast reconstruction surgery. Signed prints (they're all on the above poster) will also be available for pre-order through summer <a href="http://www.seekingkali.com/fk-the-big-c.html">here</a>.
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<br />There is a Mail Artist Call attached to this show, mail artists can send a F**k the big C! 4×6 postcard to the gallery to be put up. Visitors can take one home in exchange for a donation ($5 suggested). The postcard donations go to the <a href="http://www.cancer.org/Treatment/SupportProgramsServices/HopeLodge/Tampa/tampa-about-our-facility">American Cancer Society Benjamin Mendick Hope Lodge in Tampa</a>. Also, email a jpg of the card to fckthebigc@yahoo.com and they will be documented on the blog <a href="http://riavde.blogspot.com/">Art on the Road</a> and<a href="http://fckthebigc.tumblr.com/"> fckthebigc.tumblr.com</a>.
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<br />The show was the idea of Jennifer Kosharek, gallerist at eve-N-odd. She suggested doing a group show after we discussed sending my painting2cancers pieces to her gallery. I dreamt of donating part of my sales to a cancer support organization. Jennifer suggested I'd co-curate the show. So I contacted two of my cancer survivor artist friends, Branka Djordjevic (Luxemburg) and Betty Esperanza (Canada), who were immediately won over by the idea of doing a group show to raise awareness and inspire. We feel that although we are changed by going through cancer and so is our individual art making practice, we emerge as stronger women and artists. We feel enriched by the experience and are dedicated to Live our Art Life to the fullest. That's how we're giving cancer the middle finger and that's what inspired the show's title.
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<br />While I was browsing on the web and facebook for groups and pages that would allow us to post our event, I came across <a href="http://www.myhopechest.org/">My Hope Chest </a>and its founder Alisa Savoretti. They immediately struck a chord. When I was dxd with cancer I was doing research in Applied Ethics at the university on a voluntary basis, trying to get funded. Had I not been married, I would have been on my own and I would not have been able to get a bilateral reconstruction. At that time, I was reluctant to go through yet another surgery. I was even considering having the amputations and nothing else, thinking having breasts would not be so important ... It is huge! Having 2 cancers may have changed me. My thyroid cancer marker suggests that there is residue tissue that needs to be monitored and I carry quite some lines on my body. Yet, when I look in the mirror, when I look at my new breasts, I see a radiant woman. That's what having a reconstruction did for me. Wouldn't it be wonderful if my donations could help do that for another woman?
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.riavandeneynde.com/index.html">riavandeneynde.com</a>
<br /><a href="http://fckthebigc.tumblr.com/">fckthebigc.tumblr.com</a>
<br /><a href="http://www.myhopechest.org/">myhopechest.org</a>
<br /><a href="https://www.facebook.com/#/event.php?eid=189315527785555">facebook event F**k the big C! Three sistahs spread Cancer Awareness.</a>
<br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055871580429757770.post-90097522135555182572011-07-07T19:26:00.011+02:002011-07-07T21:20:23.637+02:00Inner landscape # 17-Confusion<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnAV6dGfTPvw8YUdVCdpfWge97ocIeiyy7ZUys720QTUOlztsQVuIZgVRvWinfB8Jqg5ui-MA7jICIopghF7LylnagXFhGjw1HcQOzLa36Bh4dRsUoMii67SP74nzF_gRGvSDGAP_layo/s1600/confusion.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnAV6dGfTPvw8YUdVCdpfWge97ocIeiyy7ZUys720QTUOlztsQVuIZgVRvWinfB8Jqg5ui-MA7jICIopghF7LylnagXFhGjw1HcQOzLa36Bh4dRsUoMii67SP74nzF_gRGvSDGAP_layo/s400/confusion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626663204761915378" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Digital print, 8 by 10 inches.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">On Monday I went to my annual thyroid cancer check up. Summer 2010, they had done a thyrogen test and my Tg was 3.5. Not where we want it. There have been 3 such tests and my Tg sort of fluctuates up and down. Made a seasoned oncologist say that I had absolutely no reason whatsoever to think there would be anything lingering after my thyroidectomy and a firm dose of 100mCi RAI. Almost deridingly so. In my face. While I was sitting in front of him just out of breast cancer (my second cancer) surgery. Bilateral amputations for a cancer they didn't expect at all to be lingering. Anyway. Bygones. This last time my Tg is up. My ultrasounds are clear. No reason for panic. Must keep an eye on. That summer they didn't call me to tell me my results. So I went in for them and to ask what the new follow up strategy was going to be like. I had made a special appt for that. Hey?! ... They said they wouldn't do regular thyrogen testing, and wait&see what the marker does while surpressed. That was a bit surprising, since anyone I know with comparable cancer givens has yearly thyrogen tests done, ultrasounds and some have scans. So I asked again, to be sure. No, not scheduled. 'Will cancer manifest itself while surpressed then?' I ask, 'should anything be lurking.' They nodded. Makes sense. Why would cancer obey rules, wildly as it grows. Still, maybe faster than they would expect? No reason for concern, they said. Of course unexpected things can't be predicted, like my cancer morphing into something less treatable, after being bombarded once with RAI. Possible. Can't say. Had bloodwork done to see if my Tg had lowered again after the test. Was interested to know. Results can't be found anywhere in the system. I must be mistaken. No blood sample was taken. Huh? Hey?! This Monday the supervisor comes in after talking to the assistant who saw me (10 minutes) and says, 'we're scheduling a thyrogen test for you in 6 months. Not now, there's a problem with thyrogen supply coming in from the US' ..... Huh? Can anyone follow? I can't. But I'm so baffled that I go home carrying the schedule of thyrogen shots in my bag. Today I phoned to go back in so as to unravel all inconsistencies they threw at me. If that's what it takes for me to get my barings, I'll do it. Hey?!<br /><br />This image is done using a photo of the trees outside my hospital window when I was in there for my breast cancer surgery. The trees reminded me of a Greek Chorus in Greek tragedy, a homogenous, non-individualised group of performers, who comment with a collective voice on the dramatic action. They were there to offer a variety of background and summary information to help the audience follow the performance. In many of these plays, the chorus expressed to the audience what the main characters could not say, such as their hidden fears or secrets. The chorus often provided other characters with the insight they needed.<br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055871580429757770.post-22539275925402727842011-06-06T17:02:00.020+02:002011-07-06T20:33:26.108+02:00F**K THE BIG C! Fall! FL!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8gsqJumYXH8O63_HrKF51KQTO8eBiH_FGVVnUbNSyXzTvoOcKANXP79tA5TSuPlHtvLZgks5vHhCFHqSJVuhkVLEJF5P6-IDFj8h_gPOMFcYZUeSY1c24hbzw0OWp24cPjFMRZmvl5fU/s1600/fuckthebigc+the+poster2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8gsqJumYXH8O63_HrKF51KQTO8eBiH_FGVVnUbNSyXzTvoOcKANXP79tA5TSuPlHtvLZgks5vHhCFHqSJVuhkVLEJF5P6-IDFj8h_gPOMFcYZUeSY1c24hbzw0OWp24cPjFMRZmvl5fU/s400/fuckthebigc+the+poster2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623711585668091634" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Free downloadable posters at <a href="http://www.riavandeneynde.com/posters-free-download.html">riavandeneynde.com</a></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Gallerist/Artist Jennifer Kosharek and I are organizing a group show F**K the big C! next September at Jennifer's gallery <a href="http://eve-n-odd.blogspot.com/">eve-N-odd</a> with works by<a href="http://bettyesperanza.weebly.com/"> Betty Esperanza</a>, <a href="http://www.branka-djordjevic.com/">Branka Djordjevic</a> and myself. We're showing how cancer affects our individual art making practice while doing our small bit for raising cancer awareness.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />Betty Esperanza, Branka Djordjevic and I will show works at the eve-N-odd Gallery, 645 Central Avenue #11, St. Petersburg, FL 33701, USA in September this year. We plan a long summer of promoting the show so as to make it count beyond a gallery exhibition, to get the message across that while we are changed by cancer and so is our individual art making practice; we emerge as stronger women and artists. All three we feel enriched by the experience and are decided to Live our Art Life to the fullest. That's how we're giving cancer the middle finger.<br /><br />F**K THE BIG C! show runs through September, opens September 8 with live performances, Gallery Walk on September 10. Donations go to local cancer support projects. I will be showing pieces of my blog painting2cancers and have made signed prints available for pre-order <a href="http://www.seekingkali.com/fk-the-big-c.html">here</a>. For each sold piece, $40 will be donated to <a href="http://www.myhopechest.org/">My Hope Chest</a>, a Tampa based npo helping uninsured breast cancer survivors afford breast reconstruction surgery.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" id="video" data="http://www.abcactionnews.com/video/videoplayer.swf?dppversion=10783" height="280" width="320"><param value="http://www.abcactionnews.com/video/videoplayer.swf?dppversion=10783" name="movie"><param value="&skin=MP1ExternalAll-MFL.swf&embed=true&adSizeArray=1x1000,320x40,3x1000&adSrc=http%3A%2F%2Fad%2Edoubleclick%2Enet%2Fpfadx%2Fssp%2Ewfts%2Fnews%2Fregion%5Fpinellas%2Fdetail%3Bdcmt%3Dtext%2Fxml%3Bsz%3D%25size%25%3Bpos%3D%25pos%25%3Bloc%3D%25loc%25%3Bcomp%3D%25adid%25%3Btile%3D3%3Bfname%3Dreconstructive%2Dsurgery%2Dfor%2Duninsured%2Dbreast%2Dcancer%2Dsurvivors%2Dnearly%2Dimpossible%2Dto%2Dpay%2Dfor%2E%3Bord%3D909195471884315900%3Frand%3D%25rand%25&flv=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Eabcactionnews%2Ecom%2Ffeeds%2FoutboundFeed%3FobfType%3DVIDEO%5FPLAYER%5FSMIL%5FFEED%26componentId%3D186215251&img=http%3A%2F%2Fmedia2%2Eabcactionnews%2Ecom%2F%2Fphoto%2F2010%2F08%2F02%2FReconstructive%5Fsurgery7b25e1b8%2D90fe%2D405e%2Da0a8%2D77d965b8f6000000%5F20100802150512%5F640%5F480%2EJPG&story=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Eabcactionnews%2Ecom%2Fdpp%2Fnews%2Fregion%5Fpinellas%2Freconstructive%2Dsurgery%2Dfor%2Duninsured%2Dbreast%2Dcancer%2Dsurvivors%2Dnearly%2Dimpossible%2Dto%2Dpay%2Dfor%2E&category=&title=&oacct=&ovns=" name="FlashVars"><param value="all" name="allowNetworking"><param value="always" name="allowScriptAccess"></object><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:78%;">-My Hope Chest, presented by its founder Alisa Savoretti,<br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">on abc action news-</span><br /></div></div><br />Want to support us too ? Send a F**K THE BIG C! postcard to the gallery before September and we will put it up! Visitors can take a card home in exchange for a donation of their choice! (suggested $5 donation). Mail me a jpg of your card at fckthebigc(at)yahoo(dot)com and it will be documented on my blog <a href="http://riavde.blogspot.com/">Art on the Road </a>and on <a href="http://fckthebigc.tumblr.com/"> fckthebigc.tumblr.com</a><br /><br />F**K THE BIG C! is for all of us who went through it, for all of us who're going through it, for all of us who live with it, and for those among us who've passed away.<br /><a href="http://www.riavandeneynde.com/posters-free-download.html"><br /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055871580429757770.post-17854486112035179322011-05-24T20:47:00.009+02:002011-05-30T20:22:01.601+02:00Impermanence<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYT6HkBsLrC_5l9om2FcM-oA3rjrfnjHWSEXEPkf0Khkk-Npv7u9y1O-vXgX6M2vyxO0A8FYxVZWYXYoEL_DN1QVkiMVZg3RihFjLcdEV7VYzGBek8tDrqRO_HIPnHna82k_aPz3mZ3as/s1600/mepostcancer.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYT6HkBsLrC_5l9om2FcM-oA3rjrfnjHWSEXEPkf0Khkk-Npv7u9y1O-vXgX6M2vyxO0A8FYxVZWYXYoEL_DN1QVkiMVZg3RihFjLcdEV7VYzGBek8tDrqRO_HIPnHna82k_aPz3mZ3as/s320/mepostcancer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610364903239784450" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span>Self portrait, photo. It's 5 years now, post cancers. Changed.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" >(with this photo, I won the <a href="http://dearthyroid.org/the-winner-of-the-photo-essay-submission-contest-is/">Photo Essay Competition</a> by <a href="http://dearthyroid.org/">dearthyroid.org</a>)</span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Change</span><br />(a poem by Kathleen Raine)<br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Change<br />Said the sun to the moon,<br />You cannot stay.<br /></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Change<br />Says the moon to the waters,<br />All is flowing.<br /></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Change<br />Says the fields to the grass,<br />Seed-time and harvest,<br />Chaff and grain.<br /></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You must change<br />Said the worm to the bud,<br />Though not to a rose,<br /></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Petals fade<br />That wings may rise<br />Borne on the wind.<br /></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You are changing<br />said death to the maiden, your wan face<br />To memory, to beauty.<br /></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Are you ready to change?<br />Says the thought to the heart, to let her pass<br />All your life long<br /></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">For the unknown, the unborn<br />In the alchemy<br />Of the world's dream?<br /></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">You will change,</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">says the stars to the sun,</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Says the night to the stars.</span><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055871580429757770.post-47955085119629395942011-05-09T15:34:00.008+02:002011-05-09T16:15:54.919+02:00La Muse*<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQi7-vgwg3PT_aCgfEaO3npMH2Sp6DOMGgfFtzd5HVEt14QND0n4v7HR60N97dyBduqYb9cOXYBDp5-ecbLNsQNtX9Xs7QSb_2mgOGrGJzXTuJAupiTPL6lc0NxtQKGMz5KhBYPMAgf0A/s1600/banksiedseriespicassob.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQi7-vgwg3PT_aCgfEaO3npMH2Sp6DOMGgfFtzd5HVEt14QND0n4v7HR60N97dyBduqYb9cOXYBDp5-ecbLNsQNtX9Xs7QSb_2mgOGrGJzXTuJAupiTPL6lc0NxtQKGMz5KhBYPMAgf0A/s400/banksiedseriespicassob.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604709532186244274" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">-Modified image of Pablo Picasso's La Muse, 1935-<br /><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Been a while since I modified a painting <a href="http://www.artofthestate.co.uk/banksy/banksy-versus-bristol-museum-045-silent-night.htm">a la Banksy</a> ;) and I went for a Picasso this time. Ha! Not the obvious 'Les demoiselles d'Avignon,' but 'La Muse,' the muse. Significant title, after all, the body is most inspiring. I wonder what he'd have done with <span style="font-style: italic;">une amputée</span>-model.<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055871580429757770.post-25924453354720340202011-04-16T15:22:00.005+02:002011-04-18T18:55:01.172+02:00Spectre<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihE1G4SceWl-riZotCHuFWTQriS2o-8AUlNOqOgOGzyT5dSG1KYjg4bOOpS-L-x1LblKhYPC966iy7tfT1Xi31BM2BEvIYHb8SofYuGXAZz4R7rmaodunyT-W9__4ZYskW_qMlJB_kuxs/s1600/portraitria.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihE1G4SceWl-riZotCHuFWTQriS2o-8AUlNOqOgOGzyT5dSG1KYjg4bOOpS-L-x1LblKhYPC966iy7tfT1Xi31BM2BEvIYHb8SofYuGXAZz4R7rmaodunyT-W9__4ZYskW_qMlJB_kuxs/s400/portraitria.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596171920841800306" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Photo, self portrait.</span><br /><br /><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;" >I look for me</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">a poem by Marjoleine de Vos</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">So if I am my body<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">not a princess in a tower, no butterfly<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">unfolding from its cocoon<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">biology my existence, blood<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">breath, bowel and lung and all those toes-<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">how is it then that I hardly know them<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">the half drowned liver, the industrious kidney<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">that I stay ignorant of the daily struggle<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">in heart and carotid, the effort in my skull<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">for me alone while I<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">remain inside blindfolded<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">deaf for synaptic labor and neuron power<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">talk of my soul and bang on doors<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">the body closed that claims my actions<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">attacks me flatters and seduces me, makes me shiver<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">and sing and that I am, so they say.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">(translated by me from Dutch to English)</span><br /></div></div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055871580429757770.post-31150750543082014902011-04-01T16:33:00.007+02:002011-04-01T17:11:54.220+02:00Inner Landscape #16-Depth<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1eljRhHMCCz5XfoEdj-DYL6Bw4A6i9eNpDVzqxKu0IMv8uWGecyFc7r18EYNS8i0WPTrYx4Q4ObVAGkHLOcGBueQPzE8IL550eIV-A0MxVeGx8lo5pHQ5FlWwZ6DDwxRiO7bVolcCfbI/s1600/kalinight+009.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1eljRhHMCCz5XfoEdj-DYL6Bw4A6i9eNpDVzqxKu0IMv8uWGecyFc7r18EYNS8i0WPTrYx4Q4ObVAGkHLOcGBueQPzE8IL550eIV-A0MxVeGx8lo5pHQ5FlWwZ6DDwxRiO7bVolcCfbI/s400/kalinight+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590623323143898530" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Digital print from a pastel on newspaper paper,<br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">the original pastel has been destroyed, 12 by 17 inches.</span><br /></div><br /><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;" >The Shape of Death</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">What does love look like? We know</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">the shape of death. Death is a cloud</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">immense and awesome. At first a lid</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">is lifted from the eye of light:</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">there is a clap of sound, a white blossom</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span></div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">belches from the jaw of fright,</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">a pillared cloud churns from white to gray</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">like a monstrous brain that bursts and burns,</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">then turns sickly black, spilling away,</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">filling the whole sky with ashes of dread;</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span></div></div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">thickly it wraps, between the clean sea</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">and the moon, the earth's green head.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Trapped in its cocoon, its choking breath</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">we know the shape of death:</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Death is a cloud.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span></div></div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">What does love look like?</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Is it a particle, a star -</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">invisible entirely, beyond the microscope and Palomar?</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">A dimension unimagined, past the length of hope?</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Is it a climate far and fair that we shall never dare</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span></div></div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">discover? What is its color, and its alchemy?</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Is it a jewel in the earth-can it be dug?</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Or dredged from the sea? Can it be bought?</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Can it be sown and harvested?</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Is it a shy beast to be caught?</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span></div></div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Death is a cloud,</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">immense, a clap of sound.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Love is little and not loud.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">It nests within each cell, and it</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">cannot be split.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">It is a ray, a seed, a note, a word,</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">a secret motion of our air and blood.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">It is not alien, it is near-</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">our very skin-</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">a sheath to keep us pure of fear.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span></div></div><br /><br /><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;" >a poem by May Swenson</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"> </span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055871580429757770.post-42441751766946994322011-03-14T19:02:00.008+01:002011-03-15T10:27:52.101+01:00The Book of Torsos #5-Hesitation<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiya0yPc6Xtkf3XG3IlDCDa0AiCSyPMEOiCsLQtD3Gy7hfnoDBaiu9SHc-snkSTDfJQdMecLAbkkReFWYsuB3mBmImUw3-lMIvUU6IjGjW9PgsgtHngK0pgTCa5R5pXmnBAzgUh0mJQ4e8/s1600/smalltorsohesitation.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiya0yPc6Xtkf3XG3IlDCDa0AiCSyPMEOiCsLQtD3Gy7hfnoDBaiu9SHc-snkSTDfJQdMecLAbkkReFWYsuB3mBmImUw3-lMIvUU6IjGjW9PgsgtHngK0pgTCa5R5pXmnBAzgUh0mJQ4e8/s320/smalltorsohesitation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584000786263274690" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">-you're not <span style="font-style: italic;">changed</span> by cancer, you <span style="font-style: italic;">emerge</span>-</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">(a line I heard in 'Four Extraordinary Women.' </span><span style="font-size:78%;">)<br />Photo, post cancer torso.</span><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055871580429757770.post-79272297533077740142011-03-09T17:19:00.004+01:002011-03-09T17:29:43.489+01:00painting2cancers in the news!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI1WNR9rlHfQ0e8D8-rUeLlshPCZTAxC_N-h95WyaoYntMFg2Trp7P70vtBOVWoYNzyd_XpdCujBpfAtVlkvsNVe58R1H1nBPM-Slcn8yzOVcRP4_AvQuufqXFpK7UQ3gsnwX9GbQWYuI/s1600/europadonnaluxembourg2011.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI1WNR9rlHfQ0e8D8-rUeLlshPCZTAxC_N-h95WyaoYntMFg2Trp7P70vtBOVWoYNzyd_XpdCujBpfAtVlkvsNVe58R1H1nBPM-Slcn8yzOVcRP4_AvQuufqXFpK7UQ3gsnwX9GbQWYuI/s400/europadonnaluxembourg2011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582116286760702898" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMbdhakCYy9NzLGeiZjesriJu4RukSTrUepwH8YTDqViE1J15yQ-5jw-DW3_XWFPgE44i52uX4v00AqbQbhu4paNeiWs9oJNSRPbxECXtI6xQhoVAfPwJS-B0G_195CZo9yzjFD7kwGU8/s1600/europadonnaluxembourg2011p2jpg.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMbdhakCYy9NzLGeiZjesriJu4RukSTrUepwH8YTDqViE1J15yQ-5jw-DW3_XWFPgE44i52uX4v00AqbQbhu4paNeiWs9oJNSRPbxECXtI6xQhoVAfPwJS-B0G_195CZo9yzjFD7kwGU8/s400/europadonnaluxembourg2011p2jpg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582116277424363442" border="0" /></a>painting2cancers got featured in <a href="http://www.europadonna.lu/">Europa Donna Luxembourg</a>'s Newsletter #21, 2011! :)<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055871580429757770.post-10464484843494511272011-02-28T11:35:00.015+01:002011-03-02T10:55:02.813+01:00The Wings of A Dove<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMA-FzMYMCXqOgUpk02cmvRKYtVjkjyFKfTxjO4iZK6CTyeSS0ZY2uPYycw4DHGyJsEkypSsdIvV6JcxdJZ44sTANac8ZR3beNo5e1_FUoDnK-G_klHP3Qh4dB3fO1vZ4vaBXHCJzAEcE/s1600/abadlife2011+008.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMA-FzMYMCXqOgUpk02cmvRKYtVjkjyFKfTxjO4iZK6CTyeSS0ZY2uPYycw4DHGyJsEkypSsdIvV6JcxdJZ44sTANac8ZR3beNo5e1_FUoDnK-G_klHP3Qh4dB3fO1vZ4vaBXHCJzAEcE/s400/abadlife2011+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578687790692669602" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">-cancer-</span><br />Acrylics and resin on a mono print, 4by6. Entry for<a href="http://abookaboutdeathlife.blogspot.com/"> A Book About Death, Life!</a></span><a href="http://abookaboutdeathlife.blogspot.com/"> </a><span style="font-size:78%;">Entered in the permanent</span><span style="font-size:78%;"><i style=""> ABAD : Life </i>archive as part of the Presbyterian College Art Collection, Clinton, South Carolina.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">My heart is in anguish within me,</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">And the terrors of death have fallen upon me.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">Fear and trembling come upon me,</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">And horror has overwhelmed me.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">I said, "Oh, that I had wings like a dove!</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">I would fly away and be at rest."</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></div><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">from Psalm 55</span><br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055871580429757770.post-42248022174142625212011-02-13T16:21:00.006+01:002011-02-13T16:52:07.477+01:00Inner Landscape #15-Insomnia<div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixKoCl47mUFE0ri7w0TJWmGZbnhipkQf-IFT53fO2jquSYfVIbQL4oAog3wycXRa8g6oDwtKpAot23tPOgK032yW28GQrRPjKXpZ8pqeYTHCbsczUjqUTZ2GZXB46ZkU5_yQL1NkrHWj4/s1600/insomnia-b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixKoCl47mUFE0ri7w0TJWmGZbnhipkQf-IFT53fO2jquSYfVIbQL4oAog3wycXRa8g6oDwtKpAot23tPOgK032yW28GQrRPjKXpZ8pqeYTHCbsczUjqUTZ2GZXB46ZkU5_yQL1NkrHWj4/s400/insomnia-b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573196793953354146" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:78%;">Oils on paper, 20 by 27 inches.<br /><br /></span></div>I have bouts of insomnia. I blame my meds. Being kept hyper to keep the thyroid cancer under control turns against me that way sometimes. Some nights I get up and look down the moon lit street. Some nights I lie awake and find how after my cancer treatments, my old frustrations and old desires that went lurking under the surface during treatments, come stare me in the face. I could get awfully bored before cancer, deadly bored I used to say. I still have that, this inner drive to do and feel alive. During the cancer treatments, I went into basic energy mode, I turned inwards and geared towards coping and survival. Now, it seems that inner drive to live fully got much stronger, with an added sense of urgency. Insomnia sharply confronts me with time. Lost time.<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055871580429757770.post-81587226439014033492011-02-11T16:36:00.009+01:002011-02-12T15:15:55.933+01:00Radical Acceptance-Clarity Haynes<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDpzDSy41sZ2ZO4KRhfxQZjzfrApIpQMDVzt3otSa3r5RqfAq82P9coW94jAdFwMw7q4Vl-wa9_yPK6BxR_g0ZDm6Kkmih5j2XwNmRqoNJp7LUU5T0b4EbGHOLWsRERO9E00FnN3nobwg/s1600/radicalacceptance.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDpzDSy41sZ2ZO4KRhfxQZjzfrApIpQMDVzt3otSa3r5RqfAq82P9coW94jAdFwMw7q4Vl-wa9_yPK6BxR_g0ZDm6Kkmih5j2XwNmRqoNJp7LUU5T0b4EbGHOLWsRERO9E00FnN3nobwg/s400/radicalacceptance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572456477350920770" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtlWKIFC1Ad1cN15UvkI-Vp5lSb-FRPEdjXrvHkCC7ka_uY53X0LyX9e6o55UsagIAXp0k99rbTelei4RGaxmTxRy7lHgnXds_EF7SjLaBWn-pnjJAV0xGIbjGOpS-45yhHGdNN2Fycpw/s1600/radacc.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 188px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtlWKIFC1Ad1cN15UvkI-Vp5lSb-FRPEdjXrvHkCC7ka_uY53X0LyX9e6o55UsagIAXp0k99rbTelei4RGaxmTxRy7lHgnXds_EF7SjLaBWn-pnjJAV0xGIbjGOpS-45yhHGdNN2Fycpw/s400/radacc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572805735090300082" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Radical Acceptance</span>, a show by Clarity Haynes (<span style="font-style: italic;">The Breast Portrait Project</span>) opens tomorrow in Brooklyn. For those in the hood, I'll be there too, so to speak ;) I modeled for Clarity across the Ocean by email, sending photos of my (post-cancer) torso. Some mishap-photos I used for painting2cancers ... So, I'm proud to post about the show! Clarity says about the project:<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"><blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;">I enjoy working with women with a wide range of body types and life experiences. Cancer survivors are just one of the groups who have found participating in the project to be a positive and emotionally healing experience. Over the past twelve years, more than 500 women have participated in the project. I’m grateful for all of the interactions I’ve had through this work -- I have learned from and been touched by the openness, courage and generosity of each model.<br /></span><br /><a href="http://www.bportraitproject.org/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"></a></blockquote></div><blockquote><br /><div style="text-align: center;">For more info on The Breast Portrait Project, visit:<br /></div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.bportraitproject.org/">www.bportraitproject.org</a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055871580429757770.post-6557724717922144952011-02-01T11:07:00.006+01:002011-02-01T11:50:21.800+01:00Inner Landscape #14-The Path<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtXIK18tm9Pjhvf8k83CD1eqZ3tCh_T6iZcSdboAH0qDEbgnjFaHHr9aK9SXSenwClIaCY-eavfHXr_DnUd81YGwulFkJq-dPNLpanJAovgMNkZAPZqFqUTgtCMH5Rv1v5TUXn1Z0c3EA/s1600/innerlandscape-thepathb.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtXIK18tm9Pjhvf8k83CD1eqZ3tCh_T6iZcSdboAH0qDEbgnjFaHHr9aK9SXSenwClIaCY-eavfHXr_DnUd81YGwulFkJq-dPNLpanJAovgMNkZAPZqFqUTgtCMH5Rv1v5TUXn1Z0c3EA/s400/innerlandscape-thepathb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568671574333021970" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">digital print, study for a painting.</span> <span style="font-size:78%;">Big, probably ;)</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>5 years ago today I had my left breast amputated. For some reason, this year more than the previous cancerversaries, I'm actively reminiscing the events leading up to the surgeries. The events that so radically changed my body and my life.<br /><br />But look :) in the photo, where the tree branches are getting entangled and you can't see which is which anymore, where the darkness is most intense, that's where the brightest light is ....<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055871580429757770.post-21798567537828150122011-01-21T19:57:00.006+01:002013-12-01T18:32:27.440+01:00Bite Me!<div style="text-align: center;">
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055871580429757770.post-64087630513052729062011-01-10T13:39:00.006+01:002011-01-19T18:55:04.111+01:00Inner Landscape #13-Silence<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzXPuIMGg6NLmkzmqalAiS_gjbRqSx5xRpWPFLgIp5bOlsaGcOiCV_QXeyvEWYq93UT-QaPgwDE1qmWHfLCDWs6IQBJ7O2whoCGkIM7xRDyKfYktP2BjLrLg2ui-G7SDllihHePfu-3EE/s1600/innerlandscape+silence-b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzXPuIMGg6NLmkzmqalAiS_gjbRqSx5xRpWPFLgIp5bOlsaGcOiCV_QXeyvEWYq93UT-QaPgwDE1qmWHfLCDWs6IQBJ7O2whoCGkIM7xRDyKfYktP2BjLrLg2ui-G7SDllihHePfu-3EE/s400/innerlandscape+silence-b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560536182698844178" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Pastel on a newspaper page, 8 by 10 inches.<br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">This is a photo of the piece, I destroyed the original page in a frenzy ;)</span><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">These days are enveloped by</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">Overwhelming Silence</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">of Unanswered Questions,</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">Inconsolable Sorrow</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">and Unfulfilled Dreams.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">There only is </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">Raw Loneliness.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">Inescapable,</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">Deafening</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">Here and Now.</span><br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055871580429757770.post-52650897221317026002011-01-06T12:42:00.014+01:002011-01-10T13:46:37.948+01:00Inner Landscape #12- Cancer Eye<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbD1objVVrGpil6bEQ_-VcWVP9kv2Jw7ko0euZ5lXpYWuwUVIOPUCNbMlkUdztEqU325Ir4UC9WGqd3ZUUc0hcfKlD1ga38KTyXvXPNHjMSM3TBYSep1xjz-9SdSOcF-EuFMcdvDqwjro/s1600/cancereye_painting2cancerspurplebn.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbD1objVVrGpil6bEQ_-VcWVP9kv2Jw7ko0euZ5lXpYWuwUVIOPUCNbMlkUdztEqU325Ir4UC9WGqd3ZUUc0hcfKlD1ga38KTyXvXPNHjMSM3TBYSep1xjz-9SdSOcF-EuFMcdvDqwjro/s320/cancereye_painting2cancerspurplebn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560537722191091842" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Photo print, 8 by 10 inches.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">When I was treated for my cancers, I sometimes flipped through med books in the library, staring at pictures of biopsy slides to see what the damn thing growing in me looked like. Oftentimes, I slammed the book shut, because I couldn't 'see' it, I didn't see how these color blots and lines were signs of malignant cancer. A part of me looked at them with an artistic eye? An eye for what life looks like, even if it is malignant. I thought, if you run that specimen slide through photoshop, that could make for some strong abstract. Beautiful even. I think it also works in another, twisted way. If you look around, with cancer in mind, you can see a cancer slide in almost anything. That eye can ruin your life just as much as the real stuff can. Equally harshly.<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055871580429757770.post-32103195286864871912010-12-20T16:31:00.008+01:002010-12-20T21:09:39.665+01:00Lovers in the Lilacs*<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDmK3kcQnCKY5VNeI52zV8s16y1yaxa98KDpsfrP8ahJ_wrLs-vNyfzXOAKFCCSTUriyTT_pXtNcHc59oWuJo5VpQX7-PprgDwM6pRtZ914ur7Pe4aeLRlXxdD-4a8qAvgzgUAAJO4Ono/s1600/banksiedserieschagallb.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDmK3kcQnCKY5VNeI52zV8s16y1yaxa98KDpsfrP8ahJ_wrLs-vNyfzXOAKFCCSTUriyTT_pXtNcHc59oWuJo5VpQX7-PprgDwM6pRtZ914ur7Pe4aeLRlXxdD-4a8qAvgzgUAAJO4Ono/s400/banksiedserieschagallb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552827848529505074" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Modified (Banksied) 'Lovers in the Lilacs,' by Marc Chagall, 1930.</span> <span style="font-size:78%;">Acrylics on a photo. By Banksied I'm referring to <a href="http://www.banksy.co.uk/">Banksy</a>, a British street artist, who clandestinely hung up some modified paintings in museums. They hung there a couple of days before being spotted.</span> <span style="font-size:78%;">What's not to like?</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Chagall is one of my favorite painters. I love his colors and the way he lightheartedly portrays love. After I had my left amputation and later reconstruction, my husband and I had a ritual I inwardly called 'le boobie assessment' (pronounced with a French accent), in which my husband-before he went on a trip for work and when he came home-would check out the appearance and healing of my scars and my new breasts. After a while, when healing wasn't so drastically noticeable anymore, we stopped doing that. But to me, and probably my husband, it was important. For me, it was also lighthearted. Lovers, bodies and sex after (breast) cancer ... Quite a delicate topic. I heard my oncologist use the word sex in this context for the first time almost 5 years after my treatment in a talk he gave to us, breast cancer patients. I don't envy his position. How do you approach that fragile topic which undoubtedly has as many shapes and forms as there are patients? For me, lightheartedly works ...<br />I love how they are lying there between the lilacs, also my favorite spring perfume. So, let me post this piece as my holiday wishing card. There's a stack of snow lying outside, and hopefully, warmly covered underneath, a seed is getting ready for spring.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Happy Holidays!<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055871580429757770.post-5618598160247643672010-12-13T11:27:00.022+01:002010-12-19T15:09:54.383+01:00La Mirada #17-Desolation<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Vbeo-UAXgsSSdjDZdVHp3FJe-rnXTwW_sulQLv3tjqQRyV4b7Qlocd7MN7cuZ0V2S15Cy-8c3jalHLfW_N_Eh9rMIPsu76WuvR4NFWgioLcMR_5rGr_p7qzNJiF5-hRlYzKB4oE2wOk/s1600/lamirada-desolation.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Vbeo-UAXgsSSdjDZdVHp3FJe-rnXTwW_sulQLv3tjqQRyV4b7Qlocd7MN7cuZ0V2S15Cy-8c3jalHLfW_N_Eh9rMIPsu76WuvR4NFWgioLcMR_5rGr_p7qzNJiF5-hRlYzKB4oE2wOk/s400/lamirada-desolation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550122335855424290" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Print based on a pastel painting I made after my photo <a href="http://painting2cancers.blogspot.com/2010/03/la-mirada-11-medusa.html">Medusa</a>, 8 by 8 inches.<br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Over 99% of thyroid nodules are not cancer. Whew. Papillary tumors are the most common of all thyroid cancers (>70%). Cervical metastasis (spread to lymph nodes in the neck) are present in 50% of small tumors and in over 75% of the larger thyroid cancers. The numbers place me in a very very small statistical group. My tumor was 4,5 cm, I had 3 positive lymph nodes and had a 100 millicuries RAI, a standard dose. Standard RAI doses are effective for the majority of patients with thyroid cancer, who after being administered RAI get to have undetectable marker Tg. Guess what.<br /><br />Within 9 months I had two cancers. Friends, and doctors, assured me, meaning well, that I would not have a second cancer in less than a year. Kind of isolating when you're worried. I tested negative for <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cowden_syndrome">Cowden</a>, a rare genetic syndrome combining thyroid and breast cancer, which would have put me at a higher risk for uterine cancer. What a relief.<br /><br />In Belgium we have a high detection rate with mammogram screening. I wasn't even in the target age group. Mammograms can save lives by finding breast cancer as early as possible. The key word is <span style="font-style: italic;">can</span>. The imaging technique has its limitations. Sadly enough. Trouble started because I had felt a small hard lump in my left breast, size of a rice grain, exactly where one of my tumors was found .... The radiologist advised a biopsy, to be sure, after all, calcifications can be benign. Usually. I had three tumors in my breasts, different types left and right. What are those odds?<br /><br />Doctors think statistically. Makes me think of the psychology diagnostics course I took. They teach you that if 75% of the population has brown eyes, you will be approached as having brown eyes. That's how it works. If you happen to have green eyes, tough. It's a problem, I think. It blinds doctors for the specific patient sitting in front of them, the woman whose breasts carry cancer ... It's tiring to be in a statistically small group as you are lumped into the norm that doesn't apply. Modern Experimental Science. Sad.<br /><br />I'm thinking of all the women and men, whose cancer isn't detected early, who fall through the cancer cracks, through screening or otherwise. I could have been one of them. I guess I'm lucky. Sad.<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055871580429757770.post-22062680448000401702010-11-28T19:40:00.009+01:002010-12-19T15:06:48.973+01:00Isolation Room<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC_rkTLm8HrGdLu8paa84zHTK9yA3X8zGW1PD_ISjmtvK53j00SrwimYwIwtjna1pw6eK8fAcdZfjNXI02Duyl1f2-su7o20Uo8m8POfmUMw8hDwyygR4ELf2Ih6yi9__5A9uB9C6KvEc/s1600/isolationroom1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC_rkTLm8HrGdLu8paa84zHTK9yA3X8zGW1PD_ISjmtvK53j00SrwimYwIwtjna1pw6eK8fAcdZfjNXI02Duyl1f2-su7o20Uo8m8POfmUMw8hDwyygR4ELf2Ih6yi9__5A9uB9C6KvEc/s400/isolationroom1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544672617581138482" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTLw8TxoV6hmsfGjbzQpkiZqbpXDGkD5oJS-78tNj4G8pOeuq6Z_aFZzbYpNfooWufUuKl2ALDSHXafZCPysKuIfyhh2KD3ItQoGCheMYKWRtDxD2Fq8-dAzIJVEEtxGI0SOX3U_kr09o/s1600/isolationroom2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTLw8TxoV6hmsfGjbzQpkiZqbpXDGkD5oJS-78tNj4G8pOeuq6Z_aFZzbYpNfooWufUuKl2ALDSHXafZCPysKuIfyhh2KD3ItQoGCheMYKWRtDxD2Fq8-dAzIJVEEtxGI0SOX3U_kr09o/s400/isolationroom2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544672612671237170" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Digital print based on a photo of the isolation room I stayed in for 5 days for my RAI treatment. May 2005</span>. <span style="font-size:78%;">The blue is a chair, covered in blue plastic, so as to prevent my body from leaving radioactive traces of sweat and so on it. I put it in front of the room door, which had a window in it so that visitors/nurses/doctors could talk to me via the intercom system.<br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">I read a quote by Susan Sontag the other day on illness that describes well how, in hindsight, I sat in that room. It says: <blockquote style="font-family: courier new;">"Illness is the night-side of life, a more onerous citizenship. Everyone who is born holds dual citizenship, in the kingdom of the well and in the kingdom of the sick. Although we all prefer to use only the good passport, sooner or later each of us is obliged, at least for a spell, to identify ourselves as citizens of that other place."</blockquote> After that stay I was put on levothyroxine, for the rest of my life. Since I heard I may not be rid of all cancer tissue, I think about that past cancer trajectory again ... I wrote another poem a while back, about what exactly those meds mean for me.<br /></div><a href="http://dearthyroid.org/acrostic-poetry-using-the-word-discover-by-ria/"><br /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">Death would come quietly</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"> If I weren’t to take my meds.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"> Silently</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"> Creeping</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"> On my bed.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"> Vibrancy, death’s flip side:</span><br /></div><span style="font-family:courier new;"> Each day I take my pill,</span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"> Refusing to let go of Life!</span><br /></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://dearthyroid.org/acrostic-poetry-using-the-word-discover-by-ria/">Acrostic poetry DISCOVER</a> on dearthyroid.org:</span></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055871580429757770.post-45039417649713777922010-11-16T20:41:00.016+01:002011-03-15T22:12:28.914+01:00My Acrostic Poem: ILLNESS<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC3_xRSEtynBK9Ad2zQ1Nt3p0zmfgxV8LJnAUddpKpY41qX692FVnd4sxkgWpWbJy6LY2sghIYCJX5jML6xoLBnGmZui1T1N3dy4Bf16bAK16g_CiXG56qfCXZxZgRFfwcgsHzDsGVMa4/s1600/thyroidectomyMarch182005.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC3_xRSEtynBK9Ad2zQ1Nt3p0zmfgxV8LJnAUddpKpY41qX692FVnd4sxkgWpWbJy6LY2sghIYCJX5jML6xoLBnGmZui1T1N3dy4Bf16bAK16g_CiXG56qfCXZxZgRFfwcgsHzDsGVMa4/s320/thyroidectomyMarch182005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584417442174797586" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">In the hospital, the day after my thyroidectomy. Photo. March 19th 2005.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Inhaling life,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"> Life without my thyroid,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"> Life with cancer…</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"> Never the same again.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"> Exhaling, letting go.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"> Searching to embrace a new life</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"> Simply breathing, here and now.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br />my poem on <a href="http://dearthyroid.org/acrostic-poem-using-the-word-illness/">dearthyroid.org</a></span><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055871580429757770.post-18457664894976926152010-11-01T11:51:00.005+01:002010-11-01T12:40:28.370+01:00Inner Landscape #11-The Chamber<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhl_nulPiJg4TYuaQV5XAwMiSW0fT3l0VkSskAtqwieZWSINTK0UB030nTo1g62YnnWx4A09agmHHlRHLk4xrZpSOUTeJRB1JABtNxsokyPJcUsOjGB-Qj5IeucE5uBOUtu4zWB7AQ8IU/s1600/whereismythyroidb.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhl_nulPiJg4TYuaQV5XAwMiSW0fT3l0VkSskAtqwieZWSINTK0UB030nTo1g62YnnWx4A09agmHHlRHLk4xrZpSOUTeJRB1JABtNxsokyPJcUsOjGB-Qj5IeucE5uBOUtu4zWB7AQ8IU/s400/whereismythyroidb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534533369948231282" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">collage and pastel on paper, digital print, 8 by 10 inches.</span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;">My thyroid tumor was 4.5cm-1.8inches. That's quite a butterfly. After they excised it, it went to the lab to check which bad guy it was. I don't know what happened with the remains. Do they keep them a while, indefinitely? Do they destroy them? In the oven? Where do the ashes go then? ... For my breast tumors I had to sign authorizations so they could use the remains and some blood samples for research. Not for my thyroid. I imagine my breast tumors to be in some sterile environment, sliced and diced into specimen slides, then kept in lab drawers. For my thyroid, the image is much more obscure. I imagine it went in the oven, in a cold and desolate chamber. Dreamlike. Surreal.<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3