NURSING MOTHER

I can't seem to finish this piece so I need to write about it to bring some clarity as to what I am truly feeling.
It has fallen silent.

Redirect

THIS PIECE IS STILL IN PROGRESS.SHE STILL NEEDS TO BE POLISHED AND I AM STILL WORKING ON THE INFANT.
STAY TUNED !

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I am re-posting this to force myself forward.

It seems all I do is wait and wait.This is not a comfortable state for me.One of the most difficult spaces for me to be in.

So I create.

Or try to.

And wait for my life to start again.

My Art

Like this piece I can't seem to finish.

Me,waiting for the polish.

Or a Mother without her children still feeling the need to nuture,love and protect even though there is no urgency.Waiting with surety of their need of her direction.

Notice that I did not give her a face as if she has lost her identity.

She is lactating but she has no infant.She clutches her breast as if to protect her ability or need to parent.

Raught,replete with the lingering need to foster.

Her stomach flaccid from giving life,yet strong, revealing her maturity.

Her waist and back are small,almost fragile, reflecting her feelings of inadequacy for the job at hand.

Completion

Now faced with looking inward rather that at her charge she realizes ,she now has the time to see something unexpected.

Strength is not measurable thing.

Seemingly small but strong.

A back built for accountability.

Yet it yields her breast, full from the abscence of her children. Her belief in her inability to give them everything they may need to survive on their own.

Overcompensating

Overflowing

Overpowering need to...

accept change or the lack of it.

To see that all is as it is designed to be, however imperfect.

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This is a reminder to me that while I may feel halted,ineffectual, it is merely my perception.

One not based on reality but by own lassitude.

Next time I see this,I will be in a different space and I will have stopped asking...

In who's time ?