In this painting I depict my mom's story of brushing my hair as a kid going through chemotherapy for Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia. I paint white and red blood cells in the background to illuminate the cancer's impact on this moment. She told me it was one of her saddest memories from that time because as she was brushing my fine hair, clumps began to fall out. The chemotherapy treatment killed not only the cancerous cells in my body, but damaged living cells, like hair follicles.
My mom is wearing purple, a color of royalty, representing her importance to me. I crown both of us with jewels to elevate the sanctity of our bond. It also implies my mother's Catholic faith, and love for her family, that got her through. Meanwhile, I'm a child, drawing with crayons in a book, covered with bits of hair. I am dressed in a homemade yellow dress, featuring the butterflies on the trim. Yellow being for creativity and butterflies for transformation.
"Mommy and me" may be a sad memory between mother and daughter, but it is a reminder of the strength of our relationship during cancer treatment.