
This was a tough painting to do. I lost both my mother (2006) and sister (2008) to cancer, leukemia and colon cancer respectively. I wanted to illustrate that first moment during treatment, that first time you run a brush through your hair, and hair comes away in your hands. When cancer becomes not just a scary word, but a reality. This was originally planned as the first part of a triptych illustrating diagnosis, treatment, and finally acceptance of the inevitable, but I have not yet revisited this subject.
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