Mothering the Work

In a career dedicated to creation - I can’t help but surrender to the instinctual role as mother. The blank canvas, an opportunity for conception. Then, an incubation period where a few brushstrokes turn into potential. That potential lending the painting a voice to guide me to what it needs. Throw in a few awkward stages and… At last, we’re left with a fully formed finished piece. The painting is given a name and set out into the world. Now its’ own entity, the painting exists beyond me. It’s fate to drum up conversations, create relationships with others, travel from place to place, and maybe one day relocate permanently with the person/people whom know them best.