I will never forget painting this. It was the first painting I painted after becoming a mother. And it was A LOT. A desperate attempt at finding myself in the rubble left after birth A beautiful homecoming to the comfort of my art A desicive act of replenishing my soul A marvelous realisation that I CAN make time to do things I love and that I have to. And as I stared at the blank paper after MONTHS of not creating, I felt so intimmidated to even put my pencil down. I tried to come up with the *best* possible motive, perhaps something deep, something as a metaphor of motherhood, but I could not think of anything to save my life as it seemed too important after so long. I almost gave up alltogether. But then I saw it. In the texture of the paper there was a face. And long horns. And a cape made of leaves. So I just... Surrendered. And is that not the great cosmic gift of motherhood - to surrender? To surrender in birth when you think you cannot do it anymore. To surrender in postpartum to *not doing*. To surrender when days with toddlers don't go as planned. To surrender, rather than clench up. To breathe, rather than hold your breath anticipating danger or faliure. And for me, the other side of surrendering never fails to amaze me with abundance, love, excitement, novelty, LIFE. As well as this painting - showing me that time does not expire my creativity. It is ever-present. It is effervescent. It is my soul expression Unique to me Never again to be seen It IS me. I AM it. I am me. #painting #artistsoninstagram #motherhoodintheraw #postpartumtransformation #rewilding #watercolourpainting #art https://www.instagram.com/p/CRJQJftMcNa/?utm_medium=tumblr
