Motherhood
No guilt here in these paintings. No comment on discourse surrounding motherhood, other than the exclusion of the genitor. Innocence and the feminine a subject of celebration and wonder. My own complicity in the idealisation of the feminine, the domestic sphere, the landscape of motherhood. We are all framed at birth. A deep happiness and grounding simply to think of my mother and daughters. An essential mystery. Nothing sentimental. It’s my due north. Motherly gaze on daughters in intimate family moments. Motherly pride. Single-motherhood-suits-me gaze. Sunbeds in gardens. Children’s book resonances. Holiday scenes. Honouring my mother in her passion for perennial flowerbeds. In her ageing.