This is a continuation of my upcoming artist talk..... The first part can be read here.
If anyone has any idea how to judge how long a talk will be by word count, please give me some idea. I am sure there must be some kind of ball park figure, but Googling left me with nothing.
When I think about those days, my life seems like some sort of carefree dream. But, after my first year at MCA, everything changed. The week before finals, I got an email (I had no phone at the time) from my brother explaining that my mom was in the hospital and they found a stage 4 glioblastoma tumor in her brain. For those of you that don't know---all of those words are terrifying. I knew already, because that is the same type of cancer that my father died from 11 years earlier. So, it was just this horribly awful coincidence, probably combined with some environmental factors.
|This is not the picture I want to include in my talk, but it is the only one of my mom I have on my computer at the moment. I just finished going through some albums, and found a much better one, but this will have to do for now. She is the bride.|
Meanwhile, as a result of either the holy water, or aggressive, experimental treatment, or a combination of both, my mom's tumor wasn't growing back, and she was healing pretty well. She had a horrible short term memory and couldn't go back to work, but she was volunteering at a hospital and living a pretty normal life. I decided to stay with her and commute to school at the Art Institute of Chicago. I was determined to be a serious artist, and that was the school for serious artists.