Most people who see newborns see them sleeping, but there's something awe-inspiring about those times when they open their eyes. As a parent, you are with them enough to experience it. Looking into those deep wells... so vast yet holding so little. Capable of seeing, yet recognizing nothing. Taking in everything for the first time.
As I write this Lily is now one month old, and the light is beginning to bounce back from her eyes. Her gaze meets ours, and the light appears. Her expression relaxes. She doesn't know much, but she does know us.
We are filled with dreams and ambitions. We have desires to improve this and accomplish that, both Danny and I, but it all starts with love. When I look at my children, I'm reminded how important love is, and how much I'm loved by the one who created me. I'm reminded why I make art in the first place... because of love. I can't just go around hugging everyone, but perhaps creating can be a way of giving love. It's love that motivates me to offer hope, to think about new ways to communicate it, and to make images that might soothe the suffering of others. And love is what having a family and being a mother is about. For me, making art and being a mother come from the same place, though I may not be making art about my children, it feels like these two areas of my life are coming closer and closer together. It feels like the more at ease I am with moving between them, the more I am able to give.
"If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing."