This sketchbook is a means of expressing my childhood. I grew up with a sick mother of whom I loved deeply. She was diagnosed with melanoma when I was about twelve years old, causing frequent trips to the hospital and to various friends' houses for me to stay. I think of cancer as a war due to the constant back and forth of "winning" and losing, although in political war there is no real "winning". My mom fought for six years until it finally took her life, which was more than anyone could have ever asked for.
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