This has been playing on my mind over the last 6-months which is when my son was born. I always knew it would be this strange balance and potential sacrifice that would need to be made by myself as a mother but I have found myself tangled in a web of repetitive actions and day-to-day tasks. I am the mother. I am the source. I have developed this creative anxiety and the limitations that sit alongside becoming a mother; however I have superpower energy to be present for my child.
As I study his development second by second, minute by minute, hour by hour, day by day, I realise his dependence on me as his mother.
Motherhood is not one-dimensional.
Motherhood is a journey.
Motherhood is an experience.
Motherhood is a daily routine.
The American painter Lee Lozano began recording and documenting everyday events and personal experiences parallel to her painting and would eventually refer to these studies as ‘Pieces’. She discussed how her work became a record of her life, translated into art. She developed a language of her own from workings out of ideas that are all her own but are drawn from the world around her.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5S3xcoLUltI
My practice has a sense of an autobiographical nature and building on narrative as opposed to abstract.
Looking closely at how motherhood is dictating my life, I have begun to document and record the everyday events and personal experiences of my being as a mother and the relationship I am forming with my son. I will hopefully translate this documentation into an archival body of work in which I wish to embrace as raw material and see it as primary material and not material that should be discarded.
