I like this article from The New York Times...
Our Feel-Good War on Breast Cancer - The battle to raise awareness has been won. So why aren’t more lives being saved?
But truly, if facts show 1 in 8 women and 1 in 1,000 men... then, the battle continues.
National Breast Cancer Foundation - Breast Cancer Facts
Awareness is staying informed (facts and stats DO change) and then, caring enough to take action ...do something good to show you care.
Dear LaLa (and all my kids),
I cried selfishly on 9/11/2001 as the ripple effects of horrific events threatened your life inside mine. Tears flowed uncontrollably as screaming thoughts in my head had enough exclamation marks to kick-start pre-term contractions. On that day, fear, anger, and pain sucked the joy out of being pregnant.
In the moments that followed, while I obeyed other doctors' orders to rest at home, I often thought about one dear patient I saw in my office clinic on the morning of 9/11. In real time, we learned about the events in NYC as he said to me, "Why can't we all just get along..." Stumped for words, my heart ached as I narrowed in on one thought: "How will I raise my kids in this hateful world?" So I decided to take "bed rest" orders as prescription to guard you from repeated images of violence in the news and I took up knitting. Your pastel colored baby blanket is far from perfect, but it worked. The quiet and purposeful act of using my hands while focusing on you, my sweet baby, slowly helped reclaim the joy of being your mommy.
In the years of mother-daughter bonding since 2001, my hands use more familiar tools to make art. In September 2010, I painted Remember September as a note-to-self and a reply to my patient's bigger question posed nine years earlier: choose love. When we consciously, actively, and generously give love in everyday acts of kindness, I believe we will find many moments of joy to ease some bits of suffering. Although I sometimes still cry selfishly for you and me, I believe our love is stronger than all the hate out there.
I love you always.
This week, I spent bittersweet moments taking down my art at the Small House. As I took apart "No Strings Attached," I thought about one curious 9-year-old viewer who asked, "What's 'NFS'?" written on an art label. At the time, my short answer was, "NFS means 'not for sale' and this piece of art (#MOMSwork), I have chosen not to sell." I went on to explain the ephemeral nature of installation art and how #MOMSwork would come down at the end of the show, its parts disassembled and never to be viewed as it hung in the gallery this summer. At some point in the process of making #MOMSwork, I realized that it was conceptually and visually bigger than me, and that I would have to let it go, one piece and one moment at a time. In the moments ahead, I'll add my 'GYang' signature to each used #dryersheet portrait. Then, I hope to return each portrait to the individual who chose to share a personal photo of loved ones in support of my #FACEproject. Thinking back to May 2014 when #FACEproject existed only as an idea, I could not have imagined the immeasurable joy I would get by sharing my work with others. Clearly, I could never claim #MOMSwork as solely mine; and as art, it was simply never meant for sale.
It's "throw back Thursday"...5 years ago this month, I had my first solo exhibition at the Small House, home of the Sampson Arts Council in Clinton, NC. And in exactly one week, I have the good fortune of sharing art with my community once again. Extending my artistic voice of 2010, my summer exhibition, "No Strings Attached" reflects lived experiences in different places and with different people who helped shape the artist I am today. And while my art is often personal, by sharing it with others I stand open to the vulnerabilities of criticism and support. So why does art matter? ...because at the end of the day, how else will we get to know one another? In the future when I see you, I hope you'll stop and say, "Hi" so that we may begin our journey to finding common ground we share.
I made "Life's Good Stuff" for my very special Z. As I worked, she chimed in with how I should add more color to my previously drab and unfinished golf ball painting. As time would have it, her persistence in making herself heard eventually led me to ask if she'd like to share in my work. Z's circle (top right corner) stands strong to reflect her beautiful and creative spirit. Everyday, I am so grateful that my awesome Z continues to change the game of life for me!
How might I consume and waste...less? #upcycleart
How do I use what I have...without getting more? #mixedmedia #balance
What connections may come from collecting...rather than isolating? #sunglasses #faces
(1) collect photos from people willing to sport sunglasses for my #FACEproject
(2) abstract essential lines from pics of people (and their pets)
(3) art-i-fy with more lines
(4) assemble as ART/WORK
So I'm trying out this blogger thing on my website… don't know if I'll like it, continue to use it, leave it alone. Aiming to share art and ideas with friends and curious minds out there.
If you choose to leave a comment, please use your manners.
I'm at the tail end of my UF Master in Art Ed program. It's been two years of hard work, with support from new friends I made through the program and existing friends.
The day after I passed my Capstone defense, I shared a link for my research project (great to see the "likes" and comments), which was just the beginning of SHARING AWARENESS about colorblindness and art education.
Owner of HYFA. Original art-work signed GYang. Artist, educator, and advocate ...because art matters. Retired Family Physician (MD)