When Jodie was 5, she told her mother she wouldn't live past 35. Last Friday, Jodie turned 35. She has Stage IV breast cancer, and is hoping this last chance chemo might buy more time.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Happy Birthday
When Jodie was 5, she told her mother she wouldn't live past 35. Last Friday, Jodie turned 35. She has Stage IV breast cancer, and is hoping this last chance chemo might buy more time.
Monday, July 20, 2009
ART SHOW @ ART(that matters)
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Pamela
Last month I traveled to Lockport NY to photograph a woman whose story intrigued me. Pamela was diagnosed with breast cancer, had treatment and a recurrence just after 5 years from her original diagnosis. As a result of the recurrence, she had a bilateral mastectomy with no reconstruction. One day at work, her supervisor told her she looked like a little girl without her breasts.
It is powerful to see your self in a photograph. Over the last 7 years I was fearful to express how I felt about my body image. I felt incapable of giving my feelings. When I saw the photos taken by Christine, they penetrated my soul and took away the numbness I realized I had succumbed to. While on the outside I seemed accepting of this disease and "surviving", I really sense that this recurrence, and all the emotion that it brought, made me see myself as damaged, reluctant to accept that people loved me for me, exhausted and angry that I had to keep saying thank you when people told me I looked great and at the same time, happy that it was me with the disease and not my sisters. I have always seen myself as a strong woman. I feel I have survived so much and this disease, as embarrassing as it is, ravaged my body & in which I had little control. When the incident with my executive director took place, I knew the routes to take with authority & followed the chain of command, but in the end, I felt "dirty". Thus, I had the reconstruction of both breasts, which took me to a size A-B. The day of surgery I felt tired, but satisfied with the results. A week later, I started bleeding on the right side and oozing on the left. I became very ill and was given antibiotics for 10 days. After 6 weeks of infection and pain caused by the implants, I've decided to have them removed. SAY NO TO BOOBS! I have learned that I am me and I am okay with me, inside and out. While I still think about the comments made to me about not having breasts, I know they do not define me. I plan on living a happier life without worrying what others think as they pass me on the street. I know the real me and I surround myself with those who also know me, the real me.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Practice Happiness
The last two weeks brought devastating news in my breast cancer community. Two of my friends are being tested for possible metastatic breast cancer. Another friend found out her cancer has advanced further in her body and another, Paula, was being kept comfortable at home. I found out on Facebook yesterday, that Paula died on April 6th.
This kind of news is not uncommon in my community. Gaining members and losing members can sometimes feel like the same emotion. Grief. It's the nature of the group. Nothing can be done about it except maybe distancing myself. Another friend...a non survivor often asks when I will do just that? When will I have enough? When is it enough? My answer: when my work is done or when I completely burn out. Whichever comes first. The thing is, I don't want to burn out. I don't want to get to the point where I just can't do it anymore. I can't show up in an email, the phone or in person. I've been working on allowing myself to feel as happy as I've allowed myself to feel as sad as I've had. I'm hoping the balance will enable me to stay in the game and not run from the stadium. This practice, this happiness practice works very effectively for the most part. I practice controlling my thoughts. I practice being in the moment. Everyday, I program my iPhone to ask me if I am allowing room for Happiness. I am allowing room now. I am making room now.
Then the news comes. Advanced cancer. Death. Am I making room for Happiness now? It seems more difficult. It is more difficult. I can easily go to that dark cancer place and start thinking about all those who have gone before me. Or, I can chose not to. I can acknowledge the sadness, the fear, the anger and then let it go. I can be in those emotions and come out of those emotions. Is it easy? No, it is a practice, and today, I am practicing really hard.
In memory of Paula Zoromski
1967-2009
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
SMART ART
Have you ever been obsessed with something? Love something for no apparent reason? I love text. Yes, text. Loving text doesn't mean I'm a graphic designer or that I can work with text at all. I just love it. I especially love text when it accompanies art.
For nearly 5 years, I've been photographing women with breast cancer. I have always intended this series to be a book. With text. I've been experimenting with text nearly as long as I've been photographing. Had a writer friend interview some of the women I photographed. Their stories are interesting, heart wrenching and inspiring. I decided however that whole stories about every woman in the series would be too much information. No one would be able to take it all in.
Next, I created a book using woman's names, age at diagnosis and stage IV status if applicable. This was too little information. Didn't tell enough of the story. The information seemed to distance people instead of bringing them in.
A couple of months ago, I enrolled in a workshop with Rob Goldman.
Rob is also obsessed with text and talked about the Post Secret Project. Post secret is a community based art project where people anonymously mail in post cards with their secrets written on them Rob encouraged the group to put text to their work. At first, I created a post secret of my own. It felt good to reveal something that's been on my mind for awhile. However I didn't see my project going in this direction. A couple of weeks later I was looking at a recent photograph I made and it came to me. The crux of her story summed up in one sentence. It feels right. It feels like what I have been searching for. It's true, it's smart, it adds another layer of meaning to the photograph.
I believe this will be the direction of my art for this particular project.
Let me know what you think...