Tomorrow is the start of National #Breast Cancer Awareness Month, a cause that’s become much meaningful to me in the last year after spending so much time in research of this disease. A re-post from my work a few months ago—This is tissue staining from a malignant tumor of a patient with Stage IV metastatic breast cancer. It is difficult to imagine that something so aesthetic under the microscope is the #2 killer of women in the US of A to date.
Lucky for us chicks, though, late-stage breast cancer is often completely preventable—if you are paying attention.
They say breast #cancer is more often diagnosed in the left breast than the right. There’s a bad joke that says it’s because more guys are right-handed….
Whatever the case, early detection is key 👌
Be #aware, be smart, be grateful for healthy bodies and boobs.
(And support your local cancer research!)
The best thing, I dare say, is first to learn something well so you can always make a living. Bob seems to be catching on at the newspaper business and has had another raise. He is getting a good training by working in a smaller city. As for the scientific fields, any of them require a long schooling and intense application. If you are made for it nothing could be better. In the long run you will have to come to your own conclusion.
The arts, which probably offer a man more satisfaction, are uncertain. It is difficult to make a living.
If I had my own life to lead over I presume I would still be a writer but I am sure I would give my first attention to learning how to do things directly with my hands. Nothing gives quite the satisfaction that doing things brings.
Above all avoid taking the advice of men who have no brains and do not know what they are talking about. Most small businessmen say simply — ‘Look at me.’ They fancy that if they have accumulated a little money and have got a position in a small circle they are competent to give advice to anyone.
Next to occupation is the building up of good taste. That is difficult, slow work. Few achieve it. It means all the difference in the world in the end.
I am constantly amazed at how little painters know about painting, writers about writing, merchants about business, manufacturers about manufacturing. Most men just drift.
There is a kind of shrewdness many men have that enables them to get money. It is the shrewdness of the fox after the chicken. A low order of mentality often goes with it.
Don’t be carried off your feet by anything because it is modern — the latest thing.
Go to the Louvre often and spend a good deal of time before the Rembrandts, the Delacroixs.
Learn to draw. Try to make your hand so unconsciously adept that it will put down what you feel without your having to think of your hands.
Then you can think of the thing before you.
Draw things that have some meaning to you. An apple, what does it mean? The object drawn doesn’t matter so much.
It’s what you feel about it, what it means to you.
A masterpiece could be made of a dish of turnips.
Draw, draw, hundreds of drawings.
Try to remain humble. Smartness kills everything.
The object of art is not to make salable pictures. It is to save yourself.
Any cleanness I have in my own life is due to my feeling for words.
The fools who write articles about me think that one morning I suddenly decided to write and began to produce masterpieces.
There is no special trick about writing or painting either. I wrote constantly for 15 years before I produced anything with any solidity to it.
The thing of course, is to make yourself alive. Most people remain all of their lives in a stupor.
The point of being an artist is that you may live.
You won’t arrive. It is an endless search.
I write as though you were a man. Well, you must know my heart is set on you. It isn’t your success I want.
There is a possibility of your having a decent attitude toward people and work. That alone may make a man of you.
at Sentara Princess Anne Hospital
Fresh paint. Hanging things.
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
I love finding my old sketchbooks. Apparently the self-confidence was never lacking.
And on the right, that is my old dog… His legs, questionable.. (Udders??) But likely a stylistic choice.
Shakey Graves // Wild Card
Shakey Graves // Only Son
Shakey Graves // ‘Rotten Ol Me’
So guilty. #stillguilty #tbt
Make federal investment in the NIH a national priority. Tell Congress to pass the FY 2015 Labor-H spending bill now. http://thndr.it/1tmJ6Zl
Another from earlier this week.. #Illustrated cross-sections of red oak vs thigh vs osteon structures of compact bone | ink, pencil, charcoal