My children make up elaborate stories all day, complete with set and costume changes.  I have begun to collaborate with them; they let me into their stories and I let them into my art making process.  We fall into the rabbit hole under the covers of my four year old’s bed, we pack suitcases for journeys to Poland and Mexico, we are on the run from wolves.  I chase these willful little people to get on jackets or to brush their teeth and find myself crying in a Target parking lot. 

This is a fleeting time, of fiercest love, tested patience and creative wonderlands, where my body is not my own.  This work is about these complexities: the joy, the struggle and the life affirming magic that is parenting.