2021
70" x 10" x 10"
Cotton, Cord, Porcelain
Feeding our children is a juxtaposition of joy, snuggles, love, hard choices, shame, and mom guilt. One of the things I associate with nursing is weight. The physical heaviness of holding a baby for hours, the weight of decisions of how/when you should feed your baby. And waiting. The many hours being still restricted in movement caring for, loving your baby. You love it. You also wish you could reach your phone/water/dinner.
My artwork about motherhood is based on my personal experience, acknowledging it in no way represents the many variety of experiences and choices of the mothers I know, who follow me here, and who have come before us.
