Motherhood

Mother as a chair, unconscious motherhood. I recall having a sketch of a mother holding a baby on the current. I was in my early 20s, and somehow, my motherhood came out unconsciously in the paint. After 20 years, it is now consciously being painted, even before I became a mother. Perhaps, I yearned for a deep connection, regardless of circumstances, and sought to compensate for it through my thoughts and emotions.