Mother
Paper and metal foil collage
8 1/2" x 11 3/4"
2022
SOLD
The mother could be the large, coral-colored presence. It is tilted toward the small, pale presence. Seeing the little one off? Both carry a glint of gold as their burden.
The mother could also be the small presence, flying away into Forever. The mother could be the human. The mother could be the sea anemone. The mother could be the fireworks. And the mother could be the explosion, of the ship, in the war, in this corner here.
Or - is it grandmother to mother to child, plus a mother observer, because in truth, patriarchies are just the curing semi-gloss varnish on matriarchies? (What are genders anyway? Especially to the many species who change theirs. But that’s a different topic.)
I think that you are the mother. And I am the mother; and I had one too. Correction: I have one. She is zooming through space, just as she always did - before, during, and after her own birth. Zoom on, my Mother.
The mother could also be the small presence, flying away into Forever. The mother could be the human. The mother could be the sea anemone. The mother could be the fireworks. And the mother could be the explosion, of the ship, in the war, in this corner here.
Or - is it grandmother to mother to child, plus a mother observer, because in truth, patriarchies are just the curing semi-gloss varnish on matriarchies? (What are genders anyway? Especially to the many species who change theirs. But that’s a different topic.)
I think that you are the mother. And I am the mother; and I had one too. Correction: I have one. She is zooming through space, just as she always did - before, during, and after her own birth. Zoom on, my Mother.
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