Dream 31

A Mother Knitting a Daughter

One of the first collages I ever made. Here depicting my mother (on the right side of the collage) and my grand mother flying from the upper side. Every time I look at it I see layers and layers of so much, of my unconscious mind and heart and soul.

My family of origin will not change. I don’t need them to, nor have I asked them to. It is my self-loving work to untangle their stories, because they affect me everyday. Regardless of the result, or what they think and do. Sometimes, I think how it would be to have a heart to heart conversation with my mother before she crosses over to the other world. But then I think, is this possible ? She did not have one with her mother either and her own mother with hers… Some days, or some nights, I dream that in the future my daughter will have one with me. And I will be the lucky one.