A mother’s heart.
2020. Acrylic on canvas.
Being a mother is one of the hardest jobs in this world. When you give birth to a child, it is like putting your most vulnerable part out there and just the pure thought of not being able to protect it, makes you go nuts. But for each mother the point at which have to grow separate from your child eventually arrives. For some it’s earlier, for others later, for some the transition is smooth, for others it arrives as sudden as a lightning – and that is especially painful. You mother‘s heart bleeds, your body goes numb.
I‘ve been going through such a phase of separation. And I can tell you: it‘s hard as hell. But I‘ve heard stories from others. Stories that are way more painful than mine. The pain some mothers most go through is beyond imagination. That’s why I drew this picture. For all broken mother’s hearts. May they all find some sort of peace eventually.