Being the kind and concerned chap I am, when I saw Rubyjo’s Save your Ta Ta’s Post I had to ask her about Male Breast Cancer but seeing as we are talking about MAN Boobs here, ( not that I have them OK ) it occurred to me that men would probably detect testicular cancer before breast cancer, / yes I admit that men hang on to their balls ! So I asked Ruby about male Breast Cancer, as she is all clued up on the medical side I thought it would be better to ask for her take on this rather than mine :) Over to Ruby: OK, so CLiPiCs saw my TA-TAs pic and told me he had already been thinking about doing a pic about men and breast cancer. He asked if I would write something about men and breast cancer. And since I am all about you being educated about your health I said, sure! / . / So, MEN- listen up! / You can develop breast cancer too. / There are currently 2 men in our medical practice with breast cancer, and there have been others through the years. While it is more common after age 60 in men, one of our patients was much younger. / . / Soooo, whats breast cancer look like in men? / Most male breast cancers present as lumps around the nipple area, you’ve got less breast tissue then women so its concentrated there (ok, most men have less breast tissue than most women, geeze). It can also cause skin changes such as dimpling, inverted nipples, or nipple discharge. But it might just be a lump. / . / What makes a man more prone to developing breast cancer? / Risk factors include having a Mother or Sister with breast cancer. Men with higher levels of female hormones, i.e. estrogen are at increased risk. And a history of radiation exposure to the chest area is a risk factor (that does not include microwave ovens, i get asked that a lot). / . / Do men survive breast cancer? / The outcome for men with breast cancer is about the same as for women, however, men tend to wait before seeking medical attention and therefore the cancer is more advanced when diagnosed. Men! Use your head (on your shoulders) and have lumps checked out. Breast cancer needs to be diagnosed early! Thank you Ruby / profits from any sales will be donated to cancer research Love ‘N’ Laughter Kriss ♥ / Featured / Many Thanks to the Hosts, Matthew Dawkins And Shaoib
My inspiration for this painting was driven by the death of my father. I struggled to grasp how someone with such presence, personality and history can be reduced to a pot of ashes. It brought home the reality that no matter what birth, death and decay is inevitable. But in order to come to terms with it I needed to express this process in paint. In the same way that a complex body is composed of simple elements, a painting no matter how complex is composed of three primary colours. The face in the painting is my own and in expressing the process of birth, death and decay it somehow gave me great healing.
This drawing took forever and I put loads of effort into it. Enjoy! :)
UPSIDE DOWN God I love to turn my little blue world / Upside down / God I love to turn my little blue world / Upside down / Inside my head the noise / Chatter, chatter, chatter, chatter, chatter / You see I’m afraid I’ll always be / Still coming out of my mother upside down Don’t you love to turn this little blue girl / Upside down / Oh I know you love to turn this little blue girl baby / Upside down / But my heart it says / You been shatter, shatter, shatter, shatter, shattered / And I know you’re still a boy / Still coming out of your mother But when you gonna stand on your own / I say the world is sick / You say “Tell me what that makes us darlin’” / You see, you always find my faults / Faster than you find your own / You say the world is getting rid of her demons / I say “Baby what have you been smoking?” / Well I dreamed, I dreamed, I dreamed / I loved a black boy / My daddy would scream / Oh yeah Don’t you love to turn this little blue girl / Upside down / Any kind of touch I think is better than none / Even upside down / But you see I’m tangled up / Got a kitten, kitten, kitten, kitten in my hair / Cincinnati, I like the word / It’s the only thing we can seem to turn / Upside down Well I found the secret to life / I found the secret to life / I’m okay when everything is not okay / I said I found the secret to life / I found the secret to life / I’m okay when everything is not okay / Is not okay Oh, we turn and we turn our little blue world / Upside down / I said, don’t we love to turn our little blue world baby / Upside down / Inside my head a voice / Chatter, chatter, chatter, chatter, chatter / And it says “Girl you’re all the same / Still coming out of your mothers / Still coming out / of your mothers / Upside down” / Tori Amos /
living struggle. / thanks THE ART OF PAIN for FEATURING =D
Featured in The Art of Pain 22/10/09.
Featured in The Art of Pain 22/10/09
thanks THE ART OF PAIN for FEATURING =]]
. seriously i’m / twenty eight at high noon / 34 23 34 / hot in bikini will be / thirty two tomorrow / perfect and deliciously seasoned was / forty five yesterday / desirable and goddessly and tonight / i’ll be seventeen / virgin and naughty i grow sesame seed leaves in my heart and today / my name is milan… : ) . 1o.17.2oo9 / acrylic on canvas / digital (photoshop) / 24” x 30” .
memories… thoughts on the past. / something for everyone, here. / jordan busson. 21 september 2009.
base on my original drawing The escapologist is in love / / Click here to listen A Christmas Love Song Lyrics from; A Christmas Love Song / All I want for Christmas is you / You’re the gift that’s made my dreams all come true – / All I need for Christmas is here / Finding every sweet surprise / Wrapped up in your eyes / Waiting there for me / Underneath the tree We’ll spend the day / Exchanging kisses / Smile and say “What a Christmas this is” Long before the snowflakes appear / Without bells and mistletoe / or the tinsel’s silver glow / You just look at me and oh – Christmas is here Long before the snowflakes appear / Without bells and mistletoe / or the tinsel’s silver glow / You just look at me and oh – Christmas is here A Christmas Love Song /
A prequel to an earlier piece Leaving
Dedicated to Stalkers Everywhere / 11/19/09 Featured in Art and Disease 11/20/09 Inspired by Every Breath You Take – The Police / Every Breath You Take Every breath you take / Every move you make / Every bond you break / Every step you take / I’ll be watching you Every single day / Every word you say / Every game you play / Every night you stay / I’ll be watching you Oh can’t you see / You belong to me / How my poor heart aches / With every step you take Every move you make / Every vow you break / Every smile you fake / Every claim you stake / I’ll be watching you Since you’ve gone I’ve been lost without a trace / I dream at night, I can only see your face / I look around but it’s you I can’t replace / I feel so cold and I long for your embrace / I keep calling baby, baby please… Oh can’t you see / You belong to me / How my poor heart aches / With every step you take Every move you make / Every vow you break / Every smile you fake / Every claim you stake / I’ll be watching you Every move you make / Every step you take / I’ll be watching you / I’ll be watching you Every breath you take / Every move you make / Every bond you break / Every step you take (I’ll be watching you) Every single day / Every word you say / Every game you play / Every night you stay (I’ll be watching you) Every move you make / Every vow you break / Every smile you fake / Every claim you stake (I’ll be watching you) Every single day / Every word you say / Every game you play / Every night you stay (I’ll be watching you) Every breath you take / Every move you make / Every bond you break / Every step you take (I’ll be watching you) Every single day / Every word you say / Every game you play / Every night you stay (I’ll be watching you) Every move you make / Every vow you break / Every smile you fake / Every claim you stake (I’ll be watching you) Every single day / Every word you say / Every game you play / Every night you stay (I’ll be watching you)
. go kiss his aching heart for me… go whisper to him / that i still wake up with him / every morning…. and / fill his dream with a rainbow tonight… go… . larger view 19/100 for 1000 girls in 100 days . 11.17.2oo9 / pencil on brown paper / digital / 9” x 12” .
I planted a flower for you / I fed it with hope / Watered it with dreams / Talked to it and listened as / It whispered back with your voice Now I lay the bleeding bloom / Next to a headstone / Among a thousand other graves / Of friendships damned 11/20/09
My thoughts are just my own; not intended to be disrespectful to people in loving and monogamous relationships. In the poem I have linked to another called Doublethinking which George Orwell defined as the power of holding two contradictory beliefs in one’s mind simultaneously, and accepting both of them / _______ / Disillusion And the mirror cracked It came from dismal shadows / Creeping, sudden, from behind. / Fell upon my merry whistle / Darkened me at heart and sight. / Back with me, one again with the memory / Again I behold the ruins / That I left when I was all devoured by wrath. Last night out in the timber / A thousand torrent’s vehemence / Came rushing through my veins / Up my throat and filled the eyes, / And then that I knew / All pain will be undone / When I pack my bags / And depart for lonely roads And with courageous verve I stride / Chop the heads off flowers aside, still wondering How come you never bleed / When I stab right into your back? / How come you never choke / When I drown you in the sea? Merely hours passed / That I had left him to his mountains / His colossal idols – one for every spear in me. / Slopes so steep, / I could not conquer in a lifetime. / Now they’re all but ruins, / Ruins I left behind. And with courageous verve I stride / Chop the heads off plants aside, still wondering How come you never bleed / When I stab right into your back? / How come you never choke / When I drown you in the sea? There is always one waiting for me, my beloved / I shall be with her again so soon. / Craving for her lips, her kiss / Her hair in summer winds / The morning dew dripping down her breasts. Shadows and Flames. / I have been demure / Cries were silent but heart ablaze. / Have been one of his shadows / Condemned to stray an unlit maze. / My feet are numb, soles torn wide open / After endless years of clambering / My path is lit and leads me north. And with courageous verve I stride / Chop the heads off flowers aside, still wondering How come you never bleed / When I stab right into your back? / How come you never choke / When I drown you in the sea?
for joseph cornell. / how say you to my soul: flee as a bird to your mountain? / jordan busson. 18 november 2009. add elucidate on: /
A place where you can express your emotions while finding the beauty of sadness and pain, and how this has helped you grow as a person. Experiences are invaluable, especially the difficult ones for they force us to grow through the pain we’ve felt. Create art depicting this message and express the beauty of pain.
Show us how you have healed and saw the light, and in doing so, you’re able to help others through your art and poetry as well.
The Dykeenies Love You
As much as I (Julia) love art, I know that sometimes you need something more than a pencil or a paintbrush, because, though whatever you create through your art is completely your own, sometimes you need to know that there’s someone else who knows what you’re going through. In my life, I’ve found that those whose emotions I can relate to most are complete strangers, and I connect with them through their music.
When you listen to a song, and you hear how real the lyrics are, and you find something you can relate to in them – and you realise you’re not alone – it’s one of the greatest feelings in the world. It gives you hope, makes you want to carry on, makes you want to smile, and live your life, leaving the pain behind.
To me, music is one of the most healing things in the world. Whenever I think of the darkest, most painful times in my life, there was always music to turn to. And in many ways it was music that inspired me to start doing art. One of the greatest beauties of music is that you can interpret it as you wish, and relate the lyrics to your own life. Music is my sanity when I feel I’m going out of my mind, it’s the shoulder I can always cry on, and it’s the one thing in the world that will never let me down, or not be there when I need it most.
I wanted to share some music that I particularly love with you, in the hopes that it will inspire you to keep on finding the beauty in your life.
One of my favourite bands in the world is The Dykeenies , a four piece band from Scotland. All their lyrics are beautiful and full of emotion, but one song that stands out is Stitches (and I love the music video for it).
It’s a song that always makes me feel better, whether I dance to it, cry to it, or paint it. Hopefully it’ll inspire and uplift you too.
Lyrics
When you feel so weak
and you scratch those stitches
reminding you of why you fell away at the offset
And you can’t hold sleep
and you’ve gambled more than enough
you can’t depend on them
Still, I adore the taste of rain
and the bounce of bone on ground,
it reminds me
Make a wish tonight
all the stars are out
it’s out of your hands but not out of reach just
It’s not out of reach
no, this is not out of reach
But you feel so weak
you’ve burst those stitches
reminding you just why you felt so cruel
Still, I adore the taste of rain
and the bounce of bone on ground,
it reminds me
That still, I adore the taste of rain
and the bounce of bone on ground,
you can’t depend on them
Make a wish tonight
all the stars are out
it’s out of your hands but not out of reach just
Make a wish tonight
all the stars are out
it’s out of your hands but not out of reach just
(it’s not, its not out of reach)
They build you up, they build you up
Don’t, don’t run away dear
(darling, you’re safe here with me)
don’t, don’t run away dear
(darling, you’re safe here with me)
don’t, don’t run away dear
(darling, you’re safe here with me)
don’t, don’t run away dear
(darling, you’re safe here with me)
See, I adore the taste of rain
(darling, you’re safe here with me)
and the bounce of bone on ground
(darling, you’re safe here with me)
and the crackle of water well in the mark of all your…
(darling, you’re safe here with me)
Make that wish tonight
(darling, you’re safe here with me)
all the stars are out
(darling, you’re safe here with me)
it’s out of your hand but not out of reach
(darling, you’re safe here with me)
it’s out of your hand but not out of reach
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