Acrylic on paper (1994)

Another in my series, Breast Cancer: A Progress. The last one, the one that looks (looked then) toward the future. I wrote about it two decades ago but do not have my notes at hand just now, so will update this post when I do.

I have fallen behind on my monthly posts, as writing poetry lately has been my direction rather than visual art. If I could, I would share my poems with you (many since January, it’s been a hard winter), but apparently even an obscure online appearance could disqualify anything I write from eventual publication. (Yes, a very very long shot to be published, I know; I have trouble appreciating the poems I do see published, perhaps a generational thing.) So, as long as I submit to journals, I cannot let on what I’ve been up to these past weeks.