Weekly Artist Residency in Motherhood Check-In
This week my work seems trivial in the light of recent events. I acknowledge my privilege as a white person. Even in my own personal tragedies I have been privileged and I am constantly learning how to leverage that privilege to lift others up. Even when it is hard to see I ultimately believe in a common consciousness that binds us together.
This week I realized I have been making pathways, in copper ink and fiber nets, in stitches and knitting. I have accidentally slipped into a formal language consisting of lines. Lines going somewhere.
Where are we going?