Been a while since I've posted anything. Life...and my sweet kids. I figured that was good enough reason to tell the story of my first image on silk.
It was of trees. I was a new mom. That was difficult for me. I imaged motherhood as bliss – somewhat. And the sleepless nights and lack of experience with kids - let alone babies- made that first year more difficult than I ever imagined. Looking back I’m pretty sure I had post partum depression but had no idea at the time. My art was saving me. During the silk workshop I took over one weekend I found myself painting trees. Why? I didn’t know at the time.
Then I came home after that weekend. Our apartment, where I spent countless lonely hours of being a first-time mom, had one large window. The only thing you could see out that window were trees. I stared at those trees every day for hours, breastfeeding, snuggling, sleeping with my firstborn. Those trees were one of the few parts of nature that existed in that space. And at that moment I realized I had painted – subconsciously - the primary image that reminded me of the outside life in that first year.