There’s an image I’ve been searching for and am yet to find. I know what it contains: soft jelly and unruly limbs. An art work that conveys the blurring of bodily borders and the sensation of slime on skin. Laughter for sure, but also discomfort. An elbow in the ribs, a fistful of hair. I’ve not found an image for this. Two overtired and silly children and one helpless, prone parent. A raspberry on my cheek and one on my tummy, again and again in concert. They are both in hysterics and I’m so in love that my bones hurt. This is tender and raw and ridiculous. Two bodies, made of my own body, rising up on their knees and collapsing back onto my flesh.
Picturing Mother
I may be unable to find an artwork that fits the above mood, but I do have a whole treasure trove of images ready for my forthcoming course: Picturing Mother: Maternity Through the Ages.
And there are still a couple of spaces left.
Through a series of four hour-long LIVE workshops we will journey through history to explore how ideas, attitudes, and representations of motherhood have transformed across cultures and eras.
Dates: Four weekly sessions starting Wednesday, October 2nd, at 8 PM UK Time.
‘as a cultural historian Wolfarth is excellent at detailing how motherhood changes her perspective of art . . .’ Francesca Angelini ― THE SUNDAY TIMES
I wanted to say how much I enjoyed your writing workshop last night and what an interesting way I found it in to thinking about constructing motherhood - WRITING WORKSHOP PARTICIPANT
Thank you again for the wonderful workshop. It was so inspiring - WRITING WORKSHOP PARTICIPANT
Yes, this image!
Whoa, that first paragraph. It conveys so much. Resonates so much!