|Mother as Host, 2012, stoneware, cone 6 oxidation, glaze and slips, wool|
As a person with no biological children, I often ponder questions about femininity, motherhood and the nature of being a woman as it relates to my identity. My quandaries are not new. These are issues that have faced women – and men – since we ascertained the differences between the sexes, I am sure. When I was in my twenties and early thirties, I had firmly associated myself with not being a child-bearing woman of my own choice, and thus I identified myself as "not the mothering type" based on the fact that not only did I not have children, I did not want them. I worked as a graphic designer and production artist at a small firm on 19th Street in Manhattan with a small group of people. One day a comment about taking care of people was made and I threw out in to the conversation that I "was not the mothering type." My co-worker turned, shocked, and said to me, "You?! You're the most mothering person I know!" My definition of "mother" turned a corner that day and I've been pondering it ever since.
|Mother as Host in repose, 2012|
|detail of head/face appendage and parasites.|