It is titled “If Cancer Had a Face”. Those aren’t eyes in its head, they are mirrors. My depiction of cancer has MANY faces and we pray that our face is never reflected in any of the mirrors.

I am trying to show the utter disregard cancer has for the forces against it. It is wearing symbols that we use to celebrate our “strength” as we “fight” it. It is tattooed and adorned with various cultural symbols of life.

I have made it horrible so as to explain the guilty relief one feels when it has finally had its way or even guiltier relief when it passes by to another. The posture shows the anarchy, power, offensiveness and violence of the disease.

Cancer does not knock. Cancer does not ask permission. It kicks the door in, sits in your seat and makes itself at home.

I hate cancer.