I like the organic form.

I am an organic form.

I like that they can become abstract.

I feel abstract.

I’m interested in seeing how far I can stretch something before it becomes not what it is anymore.

How far can I be stretched until I’m not me anymore?

Motherhood is beautiful, and therefore easy and natural.

My motherhood is not easy and natural, but it is, in this way, beautiful.

Something beautiful can have deeper meaning than its beauty.

I am so much more than what you see.

I want to take something beautiful, and that is meant to be portrayed as beautiful, and make it ugly or weird. 

I am meant to be beautiful, and instead I feel ugly and weird.

Can I convey a range of emotions and moods through subject matter that is meant to be “happy” and one-dimensional?

How do I communicate the depth, nuance and complexity of my identities when I’m meant to be happy and one-dimensional?

I am a woman, a mother, and artist. 

I am the flower.