I was sitting talking to my husband at the kitchen counter. The night before I had gone to a school opening and the sheet of paper with what was expected of my daughter by the time she started Kindergarten was on the counter, so too was a pencil. I can’t sit any where without doodling especially if there is paper and a pencil right there in front of me! So we chatted and I doodled. As with most all of my doodles there was no structure or specific thought to any of these people except for the lady in the hat and dark glasses top middle. After I had drawn the smaller version below I explored it for a second longer, I might explore some more.
After breakfast each morning the girls draw or paint before we get dressed for school. This morning was no different except that I decided we could all have a day home from school so there was no rushing upstairs to get dressed. Instead I joined them at the table to draw. The first words that came into my head were “ sugar they say” which got me thinking about teeth and braces. Half way through Frankie did a really smelly poo in her diaper, like the kind that makes you pull one those grossed out faces and exclaim, “oh man that is bad!” DD asked me to draw a poo which I did but she said it looked like ice cream so I tried again and realized it still looked like ice cream so made it into an ice cream cone. DD then did a loud fart so I drew that as well. She thought that was hilarious!
Trying to figure out the patterns of two dresses for a painting I am working on.
A couple of months ago I started a project protesting the separation of children and parents at the border. My protest is one as a mother. I have two small children and the thought of them being taken is, like every parent, my worst nightmare and yet this actually happened to thousands of parents and children. I couldn’t do nothing, I couldn’t say oh my gosh this is awful and then just carry on with what I was doing. I had to find a way to try and protest this awful policy. But I want to be clear that this is not a political stance, in fact I hope it can help unite Americans as this is neither a Republican or Democratic voice it is simply one of a concerned mother, of which there are plenty on both sides. So I started a painting where every day I drew 30 of the nearly 3000 children that were separated. I have drawn roughly 1500 or so of them now and will carry on until I have finished. I upload my progress daily to the instagram account @2000taken and include stories of love from the experiences I have with my children and also other peoples experiences with their children. It helps to keep the kids separated human, not just a policy.