London (CNN) — The founder of a French company that made breast implants linked to a major health scare has been charged by police investigating the scandal.

Jean-Claude Mas, former boss of Poly Implant Protheses (PIP), faces charges of involuntary injury over the now-defunct firm’s use of substandard ingredients in its implants.

So what is wrong with the implants? What are the risks? And what is being done to help those affected by the scandal?

What is the problem?

Implants made by France’s Poly Implant Protheses (PIP) were banned in 2010, after it was discovered that they contained industrial-grade, which has more contaminants than the medical-grade gel they should have used.

O.K. So I don’t know about you but seeing that photo and thinking about a doctor implanting those onto my chest is just NOT RIGHT!

It looks so plastic.

It looks so phoney, fake breasts look so phoney. I’m an artist, ever notice that we do not have half of a ball on our chests? Breasts are flat on top, swoop down and out and then cup into a beautiful round  curve. They are NOT half a melon glued to the chest wall.

Who would I do this for, myself, men, my husband, why would I alter my natural, clean, organic magnificense with plastic silicone?

I just do not get it. Maybe it’s because I’m basically an ol’ hippy that happens to find people of all shapes and sizes beautiful! Why can’t people see the wonder in the human body? It heals itself, it is a finely tuned instrument of unbelievable capabilities. I just do not feel like my breasts are that important to alter and make fake with a manufactured silicone so someone else can get a squeeze or a glance and go…”oh nice rack”

Please oh young socialites due tell me why you would do this. BUT first sit and look at the plastic in the photo, THEN tell me.

Please

Final Edit……

14 x 17 on paper acrylic, ink, and pen.

Organika # 44

This is one of my OCD- Obsessive Compulsive Drawings.

My daughter said it looks like barf.

I prefer to think of it as more undersea or garden graffitti.

Just a daydream, the sun is on my face….feelin’ good!

acrylic and ink on paper re-worked in photo shop

Charlie is 4 yrs. old. This is the first time she has written her name. I’m so proud of her. I especially love the little ghost.

I cucumber, 3 stalks of celery, 1 apple, 3 small oranges, it takes all of that to turn into this one big yummy glass of goodness! I am in love with my juicer! I got a Jack La Lanne one at Costco…a great deal at under $100. I had NO idea that juicers took so much fruit or greens. Look at the amount that’s on the plate to make that one big glass, it is amazing how much you have to put into that machine….wow it is pretty expensive, so I have to go for the week to the farmers markets where you can get some deals. I absolutely depend on my garden also, am waiting for the celery now any day I will be able to harvest that.

So this is the Santa Monica Pier. Zola, my husbands grandmother was the Fortune Teller (gypsy) here for many years. Too bad she couldn’t tell us to hold onto that piece of property, woops city block she owned right across from the pier. It must be somewheres in the region of hmmmmm 500 million right about now. Oh well…..

The Santa Monica Pier is one of the last remaining wood piers on the Calif. coast. I remember going there as a kid, playing carnival games,  hot dog  in hand watching the people fish off of the pier, when I was very little. Then, one summer  I took junior lifeguards. I will never forget that for our final test we had to jump off the end of the pier with a life saver floating device and pretend to save someone. I was only like 12 yrs. old and shaking in my boots! We get down to the end of the pier where the water is at it’s deepest and I’m watching very carefully, not saying a word, as all of the kids go before me diving and saving people. I’m gaining strength from each of their success, I think I just might just be able to do this…..THEN, I’m in line, next girl up…… The tension is palpable…… I watch intently as the chubby girl in front of my jumps off AND SUDDENLY her rope line gets snagged on a pier piling….SHE IS SCREAMING! YIKES  OH MY GOD! THIS is HORRENDOUS! Her shrieks of absolute terror fill the air!

Everyone dashes over, leaning over the wood railing,  to see her swinging back and forth, under the pier,  about 10 feet above the ocean water dangling from the end of the rope. The rope is now cutting into her skin, she’s bleeding as she dangles and moves she also screams….Oh My Gosh! This is terrible stuff happening right before my eyes. This is happening, my fears coming true.

She is finally pulled up and bloody and crying, this is not a great Saturday for me or her. BUT mind you we had to do this and accomplish this task to get our final Junior Life Guard badges, certificates and become REAL LifeGuards! The teacher turns to me…..”OK Deb you’re up”  Do I throw up, poop myself, cry and run screaming down the pier to safety….or what….

No….I

DIVE!

This is my mouse path for about 2 hours. The lines are made from when I move my mouse. The circles are hesitations. The larger the circle I probably got up to go to the fridge, walk the dog, etc. It’s really amazing isn’t it. It was plain black and white and then I attacked it with photoshop and some color! It reminds me of a print from the 60′s.