" Early Spring, New Mexico"

9" x12",
Oil on gessoed hardboard.

This is one of those paintings I found in my studio that I had started last year. As a warm up today, I worked back into it, just having fun blending paint and adding some "oomph" to what was a very muted, bland looking scene. I think it has the oomph now it needed!

"Pink Silence"

11" x14 ,
Oil on gallery-wrapped canvas.

Here's today's Chincoteague offering. Painting these scenes is like meditation for me. They are as peaceful and soothing to work on as it is visiting the island. Hope you enjoy.

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"Twilight on Chincoteague"

11" x14",
Oil on gallery-wrapped canvas.

One of my favorite locations ot paint is Chincoteague Island, VA. The light on the marshes is constantly changing... from pinks to yellows to purples. It's an endless source of inspiration for me, not to mention, always a meditative and tranquil subject for me to paint. Hope you enjoy.

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"You're Not Your Hair" Art Show Opening

" You're Not Your Hair,
A Breast Cancer Survivor's Story"

11"x14" Oil on Canvas

Saturday evening was the Artist's Reception for the opening of my exhibit at the Gallery at the Beachwood Center, in Cleveland, Ohio. The show is entitled, "Touched by Cancer". It's a moving and powerful show, along with three other artist's work, all reminding us, sometimes through tears and sadness, of the joy of living.

For anyone local.. please feel free to stop in and see the show going on through January.

(Scroll down to a previous blog for my "story", and more paintings from the YNYH Series)

"Cream & Sugar"

6" x6",Oil on gessoed hardboard

Yesterday I was trying to decide what to paint. I get bored doing the same subject matter over and over again. I walked around my house looking for inspiration and took a good look at all the pretty things I've collected over the years. I realized I have enough subject matter right under my nose to keep me busy for a long , long time! So, in honor of turning 50 this year (ok, the word is out!), I decided to start a new series I'm calling, ''50 of My Favorite Things''. This is the first of 50 paintings ... a pretty antique cream and sugar set I picked up at a flea market years ago. I rarely use them(I grab a Splenda packet and pour milk right from the carton into my mug every day) so I'm glad I can put this cute little set to use! Hope you enjoy....

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Raspberry Tea

"Raspberry Tea"

6" x6", Oil on gessoed hardboard

The other day I was trying to decide what to paint. I get bored doing the same subject matter over and over again. I walked around my house looking for inspiration and took a good look at all the pretty things I've collected over the years. I realized I have enough subject matter right under my nose to keep me busy for a long , long time! So, in honor of turning 50 this year (ok, the word is out!), I decided to start a new series I'm calling, ''50 of My Favorite Things''. This is the 2nd of 50 paintings ... a pretty antique Cup and Saucer (and new teabag!) that goes with the Cream and Sugar Set also listed this week. I think the two paintings would make a nice pair hung side by side. Hope you enjoy....

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You're Not Your Hair, A Breast Cancer Survivor's Story

"Rose"

11"X14"Original Oil


I've been so busy for the past couple of months, preparing for an upcoming show entitled "Touched by Cancer". I, along with three other artists will be exhibiting through the month of January at the Art Gallery in Beachwood, OH.

Here is one of my works on display, along with my "story"....

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You’re Not Your Hair
A Survivor’s Story


My story began 5 years ago on the eve of my 45th birthday. I had gone in for a routine mammogram the week before, and it showed what the radiologist called a “slight shadow”. Although I was told it was probably nothing, I called my doctor for her opinion. Thank god she told me to go in for further testing, and after a week-long wait, my doctor called to give me the results… I had breast cancer. I remember standing alone in my kitchen, feeling like the air was just sucked out of the room. Getting that diagnosis was something surreal. Over the next months, I went through a whole gamut of emotions… fear for my life; the overwhelming sadness at the thought that I may not be here for my children as they grow into adults, or be here to grow old with my husband; guilty that I had to upset my family with this news, after having gone through it years before with one of my sisters (how could this be happening to me, too?); upset at the way this illness turned my life upside down; shock as I heard the choices I had for treatment; anger that my work and daily routine had to be put on hold so I could focus on my health… and the ultimate salt to the wound, was when I heard after my lumpectomy that I would still need chemotherapy and radiation, and that yes…I would most definitely lose my hair.

The strawberry blonde, curly hair that I had as a child was always the subject of admirers and I was often treated to at-home beauty shop sessions by my two older sisters. As a teenager, I grew it long to my waist (and sat under the hairdryer for hours to make it straight!) and when the blonde started to lose its glow, you can bet I began highlighting it. In college I cut it short (curly was finally cool!), and as an adult, I let the curls grow long again. Although I hate to admit it, and never realized it before, as a woman, my self image was always all about my hair. So, although having cancer meant that I could lose my life, the thought of losing my hair, in the midst of all those other emotions, was something almost unbearable for me.

On the 10th day after my first Chemo treatment, as they said it would, my hair started falling out. It first fell out in a few strands, then bigger clumps, until a few days later when I was so uncomfortable with it; I got in the shower and literally washed it all away. I was so shocked and upset at the sight of the mound of hair in my hands; I stood there and just cried my eyes out. I reluctantly showed my husband the new me, and he said something that was so true and profound, it dried my tears and put everything in perspective for me. He said, “You’re not your hair… You’re a mother and a wife, you’re a sister and a daughter, you’re an aunt, you’re a friend, and you’re an artist. You are so much more than just your hair”. Those words resonated deeply, and I knew he was right. I embraced my baldness and in an odd way, never felt more beautiful. Today I am so thankful for having gone through the experience. It was empowering. I now know for certain that I am not my hair… I am alive, and I am so much more.

This series of paintings is a tribute to all the beautiful women of different ages, races and walks of life, who have also been empowered by the opportunity to see who they really are and what they are truly made of. Cancer does that to you. So does the treatment for it. After all, we‘re not our hair…. we are so much more.


Susan Cone Porges