Selfportrait with my Son (2021)
Motherhood is something transient, yet it is not. We are as firm as a tree. We nurture oxygen.
I am a Mother. I nurture my child, yet I nurture the world around me. I breath, we breath. We are collectively connected. We are a bifurcation, a rhizome of veins.
We are transient. Yet we are not. We are the waves of the ocean, coming and going.