Being an artist with cancer.
The revelation that its the invisible influences that have their way with us is the reminder that we are part of nature whether we're aware or not. Cancer has taught me that. I thought I would cathart about its effects on me but have been surprised to find that most of the time I don't want to think on it. It certainly has changed my life but I view it as a temporary arrangement, learning to deal with frailty and healing. Perhaps because I previously always took my body's strength for granted.
Along with the resurgence of my strength coming out of chemo I'm beginning to start thinking about what kind of art to make. One thing that fascinates me is that I want to use the fact that I'm bald in the art somewhere. How often is one bald in one's lifetime? I mean other than when you're a baby!
The chemo I am receiving shall continue for another 12 weeks. But in the cancer community they call it 4 more rounds, sounds better and not so long. By June of this year I expect to be shot of the chemicals that will make me ill and on a maintenance dose of Avastin, a new wonder drug. This drug hasn't the sick side-effects and has shown lots of promise. I'm happy to be part of the study, but will always wish to be as productive as possible while I go through this. I define myself by the work I do. Here's to future paintings whatever they may be.