Sketch 4 by Rosemary Griggs

A Stroll Down Mammary Lane

Stuffed my shirt with Kleenex
And begged for a bra at eleven
Got a training bra at twelve
In college entered two wet t-shirt contests
And won.
Walked naked in the desert
Swam naked in the Satilla
Nursed my daughter for two years
Until she weaned me.
Grew from a B-cup to a C,
Sometimes a D
Wore two bras at the same time
to keep them still when I ran
David Ray called my nipples “number twos”
Like a number two pencil eraser
I’ve liked these big ole’ titties
But now they’ve got to go


Author Note: A Stroll Down Mammary Lane is an illustrated journal chronicling eighteen months of our experience with breast cancer diagnosis, treatment and cure. During the long convalescence, I spent most of my time horizontal healing from multiple surgeries, chemotherapy and other treatments. I was unable to work in my pottery studio and my career as a full time ceramic sculptor was put on hold while I focused on getting through one procedure at a time. I wasn’t able to do much but I did draw and it resulted in about 90 illustrations of my process of fighting breast cancer.

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Rosemary Griggs

Rosemary Griggs

As a fourth generation southern artist living on Saint Simons Island, my daily work commute consists of walking out the back door, past the koi pond and bird feeders, through the garden and into a very special place - my slightly skewed studio. I’m joined by a host of eager, four-legged “studio assistants” ready to greet another day. A full time potter since 1997, I continue to stretch the clay to new extremes as my signature style of hand built ceramics evolves. With depictions of plants, animals, fish and human forms, often united in liberating ways, my art is rooted in and inspired by the natural world. Using several different hand building techniques, I create both sculptural and functional works that often combine incongruous themes within the same piece. My family’s creative influence has played a huge role in my life. Clay and dirt are as inbedded in my soul as in my fingernails. With family art decorating our home and gardens, my husband’s mandolin music ringing throughout the house and now our daughter in the process of making her artistic mark, I count myself very fortunate to come from a family whose creativity continues to roll from one generation to the next.