Louise Bourgeois, The Good Mother, 2003
I lay on the bed and watched lavendar sprout and divide in fractal patterns on the ceiling. I felt my own gravity, my ability to make life, to be creator and container. I thought about the intense vulnerability of creating life shadowed by the power of it. A knowing hidden from the eyes of men. Men: who’ve criticiz…
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