Week 6-Cover

For my cover I have decided to make two things. The first being the stencil of a tattoo I am going to have done, and the other is that of a pack of cigarettes. To me, the relationship I have with my mother is the most important one I have. I call her every day to tell her I Love her and to let her know that im doing okay. Growing up I always had an admiration for my mother due to how kind of a person she is. One thing she would always do on Mother day would be that she and I would pick roses from the bushes we had in our yard and we would walk to all of our neighbor's houses to give each of the mothers in the neighborhood a rose and tell them Happy Mother's Day. That memory of her and I walking up and down our street and making other people smile is one that I cherish more than anything else in the world.

My second stencil is that of a box of cigarettes with flowers coming out of the top. When I was younger my family was very poor, and my father would work two full-time jobs to make ends meet, and because of this we hardly would ever see him. Growing up in the desert the days would be hot and the nights would be cold, but at some point in the day it would be nice enough for my older brother and I to go outside and play games we would invent. It would be around this time that my father would come home from one job, change, eat, and have about an hour or two to spend with us before he left for his other job. Almost daily he would come home to us and go straight to the backyard where my brother and I would play and just watch us.  He would smile at us and smoke cigarettes. We would be so happy to see him for that one or two hour period that we would get close to him and talk about our games and the stories we would make up. Often times my father would cry while he watched us because, while we were extremely poor, we were still able to be happy. My father and I do not have a good relationship now. We had a falling out years back and have not recovered. At this moment I do not want a relationship with my father, but because of him I smoke cigarettes. I smoke the same ones he does because when I do it reminds me of all of the happy memories i had before him and I had a falling out. All of my fondest memories smell like Marlboro and that's why i chose the box of cigarettes.