Being a mother is strange. This body of work is a mother’s journey- it represents an internal and external transformation, a shift in identity and reality of being. The mother figures are landscapes of time, their bodies made of marks as moments and thoughts, and bits of understanding. The child is portrayed in a chrysalis, in a constant transitional state, never fully formed, always morphing and changing. The mother, always there to feed, bathe, or nurture, lives in awe of both of their constant transformation and connection.