She Sure is {Vocal} Think Pink

The soap box I’m usually standing on here at She Sure is Sketchy is one that screams ‘DRAW EVERY DAY’ or “BE HAPPY – DO IT FOR YOUR ART”. Today I want to show you something of a different color.A few weeks ago I got a scathing email from a friend that went on and on about the commercialization of cancer, there was so much pontification on Pinkification that this letter needed three long and drawn out paragraphs. I read it thrice and slam dunked it into my little trash icon.

The thing is, I’m currently developing a line for a particular brand who’s kind of in to the pink thing… It’s been a long time coming and here’s why I want to talk about it. When I began developing it, it was beyond sweet. Any of you here on a regular basis know that I like things cute, kind, cuddly. As I write this to you I’m decked out to the nines in girly girl clothes, and sitting twelve inches from a plush fuzzball inspired by a swooning pet store scene in the Harry Potter films. Here’s the deal though, I put pencil to paper and I did a ton of work on this line, and then I thought of a friend I had in college

 
 
In the Summer of 2003 she was diagnosed with breast cancer. That year I watched her transition from someone cute and innocent to a blinding orb of fierce unbridled power. She shaved her head. She bought combat boots. She took to wearing short skirts and saying what she thought. She had the face of an angel, but I never knew it because I’d always been blinded by her mane of hair. She became the strongest version of herself, and when it was done, and her hair came back, she always rocked a curled pink ribbon.

Thoughts of her made me change the entire direction this line was going. It’s brash and its bold and when it’s done I’ll be proud of it. So that’s my 2cents.

Categories: Girly, Nude, Sketch Rant

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  1. Interesting balance between the cutesy pink (if that is what is being looked for) and the powerful voice and being you describe. Asking folks to think, decide as individuals and quit crowding those soap boxes – nice work.

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