Motherload

This series was created with very little space and time. I am not a mother-goddess-queen that slays. As a new parent, I expected the fatigue, the sweet and sour days. The beautiful chaos of a new dynamic. What I didn’t expect was the utter loneliness and isolation. Since becoming a mother, my world has become smaller. I don’t have a mecca of mommies around me to get me through. I don’t have my paints or journal within reach. I have my husband and a digital canvas. I have FaceTime calls with my Momma. I have minutes in a day.

To make an abundant, safe universe for my child, I expand myself. Things get mushed together. Explosive giggling lives next to tears. Imagination and movement exist with stillness and anxiety. Despite the challenges, this bubble is the most purposeful and love-filled space I’ve ever created.

I no longer have expectations on what anything is supposed to be, and my ability to create isn’t connected to availability. These works were made in the middle of busy days, juggling a toddler on one arm, and an iPad in another. It’s a miracle they even exist.