Mothers on social media, and how the internet has changed family dynamics

We have a generation of babies right now that will likely emerge as adults in a world with internet. Babies with videos and images of themselves being assaulted by cheese, learning how to speak and walk. Babies growing up, throwing tantrums and asking questions all documented sometimes in its entirety on the internet.

Sitting and clinging to my artistic identity

Time looks so different for everyone. I’ve noticed lately that it looks like sitting for me. Sitting on a couch, and then a recliner, and then in bed. My bambino in my arms everywhere. Sitting on my ass, like a modern day human. I know how bad sitting is for human beings and I think Continue reading Sitting and clinging to my artistic identity

quick snapshots as a busy no longer pregnant/ artist

I’m a mother now, a parent, a wife. I have other duties that will define me, I’m not just an artist. How I am going to reflect these changes artistically, I still don’t know. I’m quite curious to find out. My uterus isn’t pregnant anymore but my mind feels like it will always be. Bursting will renewed life over and over again until I become one with the earth again.

Making art but only in between Nourishment & Pleasure

I have been trying to make art every weekend. It is not so easy. Staying up late, waking up early and being 100% focused on the safety and comfort of a brand new person is exhausting stuff, not to my surprise. My body does not make art, it is merely a vessel to provide nourishment Continue reading Making art but only in between Nourishment & Pleasure

3 Weeks, 5 Days left with this body in my body.

It’s not that I really consider the estimated due date an exact science or even remotely infallible. I just want my body back. This is all that I have in my mind to consider his arrival date. This is the gift I have been given since week 12 of my pregnancy. It’s all I have Continue reading 3 Weeks, 5 Days left with this body in my body.

Stripping away my identity, one day at a time

That’s what the past 6 months have felt like. My identity will replaced to the slavery of child rearing. My life will soon no longer revolve around me, only my own whims and desires. Soon, a brand new child will come into the world.  As a self-proclaimed wild-card, this is a bit much to accept. Continue reading Stripping away my identity, one day at a time