Imagine that something is growing inside you. It stretches your interior, yet it is a tiny little soul. It dreams of life, the clouds and the moon, while listening to a perfect melody in the womb. It grows and becomes extraordinary each day, every day, increasingly. It teaches you to always look straight at the center. It reminds you of the birds, the puddles, and the stones. Together you explore all the anthills and you explain to yourself why the tree reaches towards the sky. You see nature bare, unadorned, with all the smelly, fragrant spirits. You transform, you purify. You become a fountain. You go wild.
It is all happening too fast. You might want to go back and mummify time. You might need a decelerator to encapsulate all the playgrounds, the flowers and the meadow, so you can build a souvenir to parenthood and honor all new life yet to come.
I anticipate this animation to be a powerful vision into my growth during the process of early maternal life. Because I experienced pregnancy and motherhood as an isolated journey, I have an irresistible feeling of sharing this layered emotional state. Moreover, it is not until I became a mother that I realized how inseparably linked we are to nature and all the smelly processes that go along. Thus, I count on intimately wild, full of hormones, organic, dirty, flowery imagery. Through it all, my wish is to build a temple of memorabilia to the natural cycle and recall how delicate life is.