The Mother’s Load

A Collection of Bold and Feminine Abstract Paintings Coming August 11th, 2025

This new body of work reflects the emotional complexity of the experience of being a parent during, what feels like, one of the most heartbreaking and chaotic periods of my living memory. Every day I stare at my children with shock and awe at how much they seem to have grown overnight (I swear their faces felt so much smaller when I kissed them at bedtime the night before) and a bittersweet taste of the grief that only mothers spending time remembering can know fills my mouth. “Of course,” I remind myself, “the grief of children growing is so much better than the alternative,” and the sweetness sours into fear-filled images of my worst nightmares that leave me pleading, “please, just let them be mine.”

Every day I hold within me grief and joy, rage and elation, fear, contentment, awe, heartbreak, gratitude, despair, sadness, and a deeply profound sense of love that feels like it could break me at any moment - all of these feelings inside me stewing together like a pot of soup that has been simmering on the stove for hours and tended to throughout the day. The recipe is always improvised, making adjustments to the flavor as I go (a little bit of love and grace and patience and empathy goes such a long way) and by dinner time it’s served to sweet little mouths in between mouthfuls of questions about “why?” and “how long?” until bedtime when I hold them, listening to them pant in their sleep, promising “always always always always”.

This work is raw, energetic, and a little wild, but it is also sweet, joyful, and free. It was made in between nap times and long walks and breaking news and silly stories. It was made while dancing and singing and crying and breastfeeding. It was made through presence and connection. It was made with so much love. 

This work celebrates the wholeness of being human and the capacity of the heart, especially a mother’s, to hold so much at one time.