Back home

Now I have returned home and went back to my work at my grey cube. I am still little bit head in the clouds. I didn’t write about three last days so much.

Tuesday 1.11. Laurent and boys went to science museum at morning to free me to work in the while. I draw a lot and after took some pinhole photos. After lunch Nicola came to take us (me an Aarni as Laurent and Etienne didn’t want) to school in other side of the road. There were little workshops for the decoration of Breaking Bread happening. Workshops seemed very funny as they included splattering paints little bit everywhere. My Aarni anyway didn’t want to participate. He was interested oh playground outside where was climbing tree, little kitchen and wooden car. Inside he preferred plastic sea animals, puzzles and kitchen again. Just in the time we were leaving he might have tried some painting. At school I spoke with one mother, who song me Finnish song: Sympaatti that I had never heard before, but it was totally sympathetic!

Wednesday was the actual Bread Breaking. The happening was in gallery and it had big decorated table with many kinds of bread, around it was again little workshops and paper bags that children have decorated day before for taking bread also to home. Our boys liked the happening but they were too shy to play with other children. Same evening we had our artist talk with Nicola. She came to prepare it with me, and I used every free moment for writing and making my presentation ready. At evening we went to Pot Luck at 1st floor Common Room. I came with my whole family. And there was Nicola, Traë, Elyssa and some other people to share food and listen Nicola’s talk and mine. My talk went well I guess, Laurent said a bit in spontaneous, and Nicola read her writing ” A Woman’s Work is Never Done.” and did joggling with a plate at the same time! There were not much people but it was cosy and I felt good with these people and a bit melancholic as the moment for leave get closer. At night I still worked in dark room.

Thursday we went to museum MOSI again, and its museum shop. And I learned that Bob The Builder (the real on not the horrifying new one) is also from Manchester! What a great city indeed! It was raining in afternoon. I took some pinhole photos and went to museum of Salford. We couldn’t find a post office so our postcards will be send in Finland or given directly to hand. At evening we packed and I went to darkroom for the last time.

Artist Talk about residency

My process of this residency started over one year ago, as we heard that we have been chosen and as we we wrote to each other with Nicola. I anyway couldn't imagine how it would be to be actually in residency here. I have tried to handle with the subject of being a mother and being artist. I have made my blog about it. I got also new point of view on these questions as I met Helen Sargeant in Tampere, when she was We Are Resident artist there and made an article about her in Tampere art association magazine Täydellinen ympyrä.

Now when I have came her, I have found Islington Mill and We Are Residence -residency very stimulating and hospitable. I feel in this atmosphere that everything could be possible. I have found passion for work again. And there is so much I would like to do. I have met many talented and inspiriting artist and friend too I hope. There is still a lot of thing of the neighborhood what I would like to discover.

But I have also found very difficult to work with children around – which is a kind of good thing I guess because in home it will be more easy I just need to learn to realize it. Here boys depend so much on me. At home they feel cozy and safe and have their own routines and habits but here they are bit lost and they need us parents all of the time. I have tired to use every moment of evening after they sleep and Laurent have tired to take them somewhere to give me some space and also Nicola have helped very much. I have had chance to work a bit, but I keep on wondering, what if I would do this alone, I could skip correct meals and just work all of the time and in the evenings I could be social. Well, it is not the situation now and after all I feel very lucky and privileged to have this chance here now to myself and my family!

I didn't had much preconceptions about place and residency but I have to say that I have many times surprise positively by the beauty of place, friendliness of the people and even by the weather. This experience really is a top! I wish I could stay more long but at same time my son counts days to our coming home. 

Before coming here my plan for the residency was to involve all family to my art project as thinking that we are a group of explorers and we come to unknown world and collect some samples to explain how it is here. That have succeeded more or less, I had one dictation machine for collecting sound samples, that I have not use at all, same with one camera. Laurent have took excellent photos, children have collect some treasures from the sides of the road like I planned but they were not so interested about it. I have been drawing and took photos mainly here are some drawings and some pinhole photos.

My idea is to be present to catch something here the spirit of the place widely. I think if I could continue it at home, as I would like to have exhibition of this experience. It don't feel right, at least not now. These work are important because I have made them here.

Anyway, this residency was an opportunity that I am very thankful and that I will remember for long time. I wish I could come back here some day.

I am resident, art-bread and familyday

Yesterday was the day of We Are Resident -happening. We were sleeping at Nicolas home as in Islington Mill was a big Halloween happening. So when we came back I was in hurry to prepare my part. Helen was there and Nicola and I did my own corner and felt shame as my part was not so well prepared and because I haven't made much art at all. And then I prepared bread and all that colors it. Etienne was supposed to come to make breads with me. And we started, we made all kind of nice sandwiches and Etienne was not too shy and neither was I. Lot of people came. A lot of children too. I  didn't catch who was who but I think I made at least one friend. Nicola's performance was hilarious and insightful and Helen's touching, even if the text was familiar to me. Nice happening. At evening I draw a little.

Today we had "family-day". We went to Manchester museum again, as Etienne wanted something from the museum shop and as they wanted to show me the place. We where clever and looked buses before and lucky as it was double-decker bus. After we tried to go to Salford museum, as I forgot it was Monday and it was closed.

 Back at b&b we made some test of cyanotype, but it didn't work and I made some photos with pinhole-camera. They succeeded and I will try more tomorrow. Now I will stop writing and go to draw a little more before I go to sleep. 

Crestfallen

Crestfallen is a new word for me. That is the mood of today and yesterday. Already at Hedben Bridge boys, and specially older, started to misbehave. He have not wanted leave b&b and when we are there they both have been wild and trying to irritate us parents all of the time. Not all of the time but lot of anyway. 

Yesterday morning came Traë to play with children. She really have skill with them and they really enjoy that. I went to draw and started to make tries of pinhole camera with Elyssa. I really just started but it takes time so I was late for lunch. Laurent have tried to take care of the boys, after Traë have left, and cook same time. Boys have do their best of fiddling and everyone was angry mood when I arrived. We went to buy materials for Sunday's art-bread-workshop and I felt totally power off. At evening I succeed to print some things, so something progress.

Aarni sleeps badly, and wakes up early. Today we cleaned our stuff from rooms and played little outside. After lunch Nicola came to take us to her home. At morning was some good moments when Etienne practiced to write and when we played outside. In the beginning at Nicolas home it went well too and our walk by canals. Walking was so great as everything was so surprising beautiful again. That was a best moment today, and yesterday was the time I had chance to work.

Also I was sad when I looked the plan for rest of the time here, how little time there is left.

Tomorrow we have We Are Resident -happening, I have not much to show. We will anyway do our art-bread-thing. Etienne is waiting for that too.

Here are the models for the art-bread-workshop. Orginally made by three Finnish artist Helinä Hukkataival, Heli Tiainen and Maisa Heiskanen. Pctures on breads based on the works the famous artist like Miró.

Here is mine and Etienne's tries. Based purely on our imagination only.

4. and 5. day

Yesterday on Wednesday in the morning boys was playing in the sheds.

I started to do my drawings and get to concentrate seriously on my own work as Nicola was so kind that she took Laurent and boys to look T-Rex bones in museum and I got time just for myself. It is funny how the time is so precious I hardly wanted to eat as I could have draw all that time too. 

Anyway I got to work like I wanted and I could have continued forever, if it could be possible, it was so great. Afternoon Elyssa came to show me some Studios here in Islington Mill if I understood right, ones of Rachel and Maurice, and her own darkroom too. I will try to make some photos, if I have time.

Today we went to Hedben Bridge, where Helen have her studio. 

Boys didn't had their best day they were kind of wild, but after all I think we had a nice day. Aarni had a little accident on our way to railway station. He felt directly in one water place that was in a playground, and of course we didn't had other clothes with us. At evening Nicola came to take me to one exhibition opening.

What I have been thinking:

- How great it is to work!

- If I would be young and without family I would like to stay here! It is so stimulating environment and everything seems to be possible, people are very gentle and hospitable!

- How I like about everything I see.

Islington Mill

So here we are in residency finally. It is already day 3, if we count the day we arrived. The place is just sooo great. I can't imagine I am really here!

Back to day one- travelling day. What I can say, It took about all day (including train from Tampere to Helsinki) but everything went well, our boys were great little travelers. Etienne took photos with my phone. He have nice point of view and I like to borrow camera to him for this. Nicola was taking us from the airport. That was a great help after a long day. Out of the window of the car we looked all things that aren't the same that we know. Autumn have just begging here, when in Finland i is the beginning of the winter already. We were like biggest tourists as we were screaming look at this, look as that! And I was happy for the boys and happy for Laurent as I saw them so exited.

Second day: night with many wake ups, thanks to Aarni, and very early wake up at five as boys are still in Finnish time. 

After breakfast we looked the neighborhood. We found playground near and walked little bit around. 

At afternoon came Traë to play with boys. I didn't wait too much of that, as usually my boys are too shy to really participate anything, specially with people they don't know and who speak language they don't understand. But it looks like to be the best idea for my Etienne specially! Traë have took some great photos of making that, I unfortunately didn't but it is a kind of project that continues. It is the first thing Etienne speaks in the morning, And he wait Friday, when Traë and Xander are coming back. What hey actually did was decorating sheds, that are just there, almost just outside of the door. Nicola and Traë have collect all kind of material for boys to build with and Traë seems to have very good touch with children. Etienne was grazy about it! We play about three hours non stop and today Etienne would like to go there all of the time. Aarni had a nap time, so he didn't participate at first session, but he have been interested of it today. We went to food shop with another helpful woman Elyssa and at evening we were doing some planning with Nicola.

Today we have hang around here at Islington Mill in the morning. Boys wanted to play at sheds and I was making some warming up drawings at my studio. It is not easy with boys. 

At the afternoon we went to see Manchester. We walked a lot and saw many places and when we wanted to come back our bus didn't go where we wanted, so we walked more. I was tired.

What I am thinking now:

- It is still not easy to make art when boys are around. I am that kind of person that likes to work alone and if my children see me, they want to be with me. And even if I take them with me in studio, they don't draw their own stuff but they want to participate or ask my help all the time. Etienne prefer to stay at ”home” so can't always send them somewhere too.

- I am bit jealous also to boys and Laurent as they seems to create so easily.

-This place is really dreamy. I have a great studio and atmosphere of the place is so inspiring.

- I feel thankful also of the fact that I have already met so many great people here!

more thinking tomorrow.

Travelling day

Themes for travel, two first inspired by Helen Sargeant last insipered by Salford, of course:

Letter in November

Love, the world

Suddenly turns, turns colour. The streetlight

Splits through the rat's-tail

Pods of the laburum at nine in the morning.

It is the Arctic

This little black

Circle, with its tawn silk grasses – babies's hair.

There is a green in the air,

Soft, delectable.

It cushion me lovingly.

I am flushed and warm.

I think I may be enourmous,

I am so stupidly happy,

My Wellingtons

Squelching and squelching through the beautiful red.

This is my property.

Two times a day

I pace it, sniffing

The barbarous holly with its viridian

Scallops, pure iron,

And the wall of old corpes.

I love them.

I love them like history.

The apples are golden, Imagine it -

My seventy trees

Holding their gold- rubby balls

In a thick grey death-soup,

Their million

Gold leaves metal and breathless.

O love, O celibate.

Nobody but me

Walks the waist-hight wet.

The irreplaceable

Golds bleed and deepen, the mouths of Thermopylae.

- Sylvia Plath-

”The quiet transition from autumn to winter is not a bad time at all. Its time for protecting and securinng things and for making sure you've got so many supplies as you can. It's nice to gather together everything you posses as close to you as possible, to store up warmth and your thought and burrow yourself into deep hole inside, a core of safety where you can defend what is important and precious and very own.”

-Tove Jansson-

Dirty Old Town

I met my love by the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
Kissed a girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town
Dirty old town

Clouds a drifting across the moon
Cats a prowling on their beat
Spring's a girl in the street at night
Dirty old town
Dirty old town

Heard a siren from the docks
Saw a train set the night on fire
Smelled the spring on the smoky wind
Dirty old town
Dirty old town

I'm going to make me a good sharp axe
Shining steel tempered in the fire
Will chop you down like an old dead tree
Dirty old town
Dirty old town

I met my love by the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
Kissed a girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Dirty old town

-Ewan Maccoll-

Mental Traveler

As I might have mentioned before, I work part time in one of the most interesting gallery in Tampere, Valokuvakeskus Nykyaika http://valokuvakeskusnykyaika.fi/. In August we had an interesting artist photographer Julia Weckman. At Nykyaika she had very great exhibition named On the Border of Existence. 

 But what really made me prick up my ears was conversation in the day of exhibition opening. Julia was asked to tell about feedback she has got of her work. And she told about her series of photos she have exhibit in year 2013 by name Mental traveler. One part of the series was photos of women wearing expedition uniforms. 

 

That is the series she have got a lot of feedback and it have touched many even to tears. She tells about the project in her web site:

”Occasionally, I feel the need to escape my own life somewhere. To freedom? But would I ever reach my destination as a traveller? Is travelling or my romanticized view of the journey toward freedom but a grand illusion? Myself, looking at my work, I feel i.a. longing, melancholy and wistfulness. Words I affiliate with
my works are essential, simple, restlessness, elsewhere, ease, freedom, departure.

Landscapes and images of leaving are in the spotlight of my exhibition. Portrait series of the likes of me, mothers of small children in expedition uniforms proves I am not alone with my wanderlust. There are seemingly more of us!”

When mothers of small children wear the red hat to say they are ready to leave everything and head to unknown it is really shocking. But it’s also so familiar feeling. It is relative to feeling of being trapped and a yearning for freedom,

 

Julia was amiable and answered questions I made about art and motherhood.

I asked how she herself succeeded to make art when she was mother of young children.

She answered:  “For me it is,  -and it was when my children born- important not to lose myself, and my own way to feel, express and to exist.

I exist, when I can express myself through art. As a mother of small children making art it is challenging, it is a hell if you are single parent, or if your partner is not enough supporting, or if you have to fight for your right to work all of the time. One faces many excruciating questions, which concern dignity, professional pride, partner’s values, and even respect (or lack of respect) of person and work. Personally I feel better, when I have possibility to do enough my work, my artistic expression (even if it is additionally to taking care of child). This should give enough explication for others, and that is the rule to follow. I have had to be perseverance and take my right. If I would have stayed crying how difficult things are, I couldn’t have done anything.”

I asked also, if she had dealt with the subject of motherhood in her works, if she is interested of works about motherhood and have she done any artworks with her children.

Julia answered: “I have not specially made art about motherhood. This series of freedom portraits I handle the freedom, but as I am the subject, as it is extended self-portrait, it just happen to be series of the women who are mothers of little children. Difficultness of motherhood I handled with the same importance as the other subjects of my life like curiosity, the experience of landscape, being artist photographer, getting old, world’s and life’s capacity, death, freedom and lack of it, nature etc.

I am interested in art, that concern for example relationships or humanity, and parenthood as it is part of it, but I am not interested especially of mother art or woman art.

I have made some piece of art with my children, but I think it is not yet the right time to exhibit them.”

To the question; what advice she could give to the people of same situation, and what things could have helped her, she answered:

“I think that many things (also in motherhood) are questions of arrangement. If you know, that you need your own time, arrange it. Sooner than too late. Not then when you are already got mixed up in the head. For men it is easier to concentrate on art making, even if one is a father, but that is not thing one should cry or bemoan. It is not fair, but it is all up to you. You have to be on the other hand compassionate, but also realize the facts. Child can’t be thing, which stops you working and stops your creativity. I could not have lived with myself, if I would have left art making just because I got a child or two. That was not an option in any moment. My child wouldn’t have gotten to know the real me.  Just the opposite, they would have gotten false and incomplete information about me!

What could have helped me is a partner, who would have been more present (entrepreneurs have very long working days). What helped me was peer support, meeting people and doing my own art. (My son was only two weeks old, when I was preparing a big photo print to an exhibition I was chosen without warning. Doing my own work felt amazing, some people might think it was really irresponsible!)”

Motherhood and art once again

I have been breastfeeding my children now almost five years all together. And it has been very important for us. It has been always clear to me that I am nursing long time, even if it has surprise some people around me. My firstborn I nursed 3 years and with my lastborn we finish just now, when he is 2 years and 9 months.  Finishing is bit wistful.

But suddenly I can sleep all nights. Suddenly I can wear clothes that don’t have easy opening, suddenly I find myself planning my own things, works etc.

It is not only that, and not only the fact that both boys are now in day care, but somehow everything starts to become easier.

When I started to write this blog I didn’t seemed to find a way to make art. I was full of questions and no answers. Today I haven’t made more art but things don’t seem to be so blocked anymore. I see some light; I start little by little to feel that maybe it is possible to work again.

At the same time making questions to other mother don’t seem so important anymore, but maybe my little research would give some comfort for somebody else. I have tried to interview some of my artist friends but this is holiday weeks from schools in Finland so they can’t answer so fast.

Treasures

When I was child our family travelled a lot, as my father had that kind of work. When I was 6 or 7 years old we were spending part of the summer in Stavanger in Norway. Our luggage arrived late and all mine and my sister’s toys were there. My Mother says that my habit of collecting stuff from the sides of the road comes from there, as we had to create our own toys by what we found.

I collect things like that:

And especially I do it in new places. I think these treasures vary also in different places. For example in France, Chambon-Feugerolles, where I was in residency in year 2002 I found lot of pins like this:

(Photo borrowed from Internet)

Maybe it tells something about the place also.

Before I haven’t made anything of my treasure, I have just collected them, but this time it might become a part of artwork.

Now I want to transmit my strange habit to my boys too. Etienne already collects nice stones -and cones and acorns sometimes.

That will be one part of our art projects in next two weeks. We will be big explorers all the family and we will collect all kinds of samples of Greater Manchester (sounds, pictures, drawings, maps, treasures etc…) and examine them and exhibit what we have found!

That is frame for our projects and it could include individual smaller projects that depend on individual interests. I will see if the rest of the family agrees.

Art of being mother-artist

Here is the text we made together with Helen Sargeant. In the Tampere art association magazine Täydellinen Ympyrä it will be but shorter. Helen was a big help to me while writing this text. I think it is also very important to share to public in Tampere, as practice of Helen is different that people are used to, and as her artist talk only reach part of the people who was interested of it. Photos are taken by Helen and also published in her own blog.

So here you are:

In Year 2014 UK artist Nicola Smith took part in two weeks artist residency in Finland with her 6-month-old child and with her husband. She recognised that biggest part of the residences are just for individual artists and in very few it is possible to take partner or child with. Nicola Smith started to create a residency, which would be meant specially to those artists who have not possibilities to participate normal residencies. We Are Resident –project is realised together with Tampere art association, Islington Mill Salford, Great Manchester and it is funded by Arts Council England

Helen and Naoise Sargeant have been in Tampere in We Are Resident – family residency that is created by Nicola smith. They spent two weeks in September in Takahuhti artist house. Helen says that her residency was a 14 day performance piece about caring for her son researching play, art, collaboration, education and finding out about artist/parents in Tampere. Did they face the same challenges as an artist/parents in the UK?

Before Helen and Naoise arrived to Finland We were writing to each other and I looked very much forward to meet them. With Helen we planned to meet at city centre on Friday 9.9, we pass by children’s culture centre Rulla and some flea markets and continue to my home to bake. Plan includes of course Helen’s artist co-worker seven years old Naoise and my two and four year old sons.

Baking seems to be an important element for Helen in her mother –artist –art. Before we met, she sent me real handwritten letter in which she hoped that we could bake together ”reikäleipä” – I proposed to make cardamom bread as I don’t know so well the secrets of the levan of bread. Baking is an important symbol of motherhood. Also in Finland we speak of  ”bun smelling mother” as a synonym for good mother.

I watched Internet site of Helen and I found a performance, that Helen have made at may 2016. Dust Bread was exhibited as part of the exhibition Artist As Mother As Artist at the Lace Street Gallery, Nottingham. As part of this project she worked with the public to make dust bread. She cooked dust bread with small groups. The groups included parents and children and mothers. Each of them baked bread from the dust in their Hoovers.

Actually she has made dust bread already at 2013 from the dust of her own family: cat and human hair, dead skin, lost Lego pieces etc.

Helen tells about that: “I made dust bread in 2013, when Naoise was small, before he went to Nursery School. I was interested in what artwork I could make from within the situation that I found myself to be. My days were primarily taken up with childcare, housework and managing the home. I had little money to buy art materials and I found it difficult to get to work at the studio without any access to childcare. Dust bread was about turning household waste into art. Caring for a child and domestic work in the home is often undervalued in society. I wanted to make the accumulative waste of our family that had come from our bodies and from our activities in the home into something of importance and beauty. I was also interested in making a subversive piece of work. I am interested in challenging idea of the "good mother” . In my work there is an attempt to reveal the reality and complexities of my work as a mother. The dust bread is disgusting, dirty and grey but it rises and cooks in the oven and is transformed into a beautiful loaf.”

Things don’t go always like planned. Naoise was tired and struggling with meeting new people and being away from his home and after some turnings and curvy road with a bus we ended up to Takahuhti art house instead. There I had change to see, what kind of subjects Naoise and Helen are working with.

Helen describes her art: “The work that I am interested in making visible is care work and domestic work. In Britain today it is women who still do the majority of care and domestic work. My work is political in that I am highlighting that this is still an issue, and prevents many women from reaching their potential in the labour market or that they are unable to work outside the home. Care work mainly goes on inside the home where it is unseen. Ideally the work that parents do would be more equitable.”

Actually in the work of Helen and Naoise single piece of art is not as remarkable as the method.

At Takahuhti studio floor were a mixture of art and play. Helen told me: "I have left invitations to make, to play, to draw, to perform in the house and in the studio. By invitations I mean materials and equipment that Naoise can easily access.  Within my practice there is no delineation between art and life. Being a mother both informs and inspires my arts practice. In my work there is an attempt to extend my caring and creative actions into the work of an artist. Collaborating with Naoise is such an attempt. However sometimes creative strategies to collaborate don't work. For example Naosie was not interested in the junk modelling table but he did like to play in the studio. He drew on my nightie and in his sketchbook and enjoyed building a train track and bouncing a ball in the space.” 

From UK they have take with them for art material some bedclothes and nightdress made of linen. That and wooden railway composed a piece of art.

When we visited them, sculpture hasn’t yet found its final form and it was even taken off for children could play with trains.

With Naoise Helen made also some smart phone drawings during the residency  The Phoneix, Smart Phone Drawing, Naoise Sargeant, Takahuhti, 2016, 2/ Riding the Reindeer, Helen and Naoise Sargeant, Smart Phone Drawing.

Helen told me that their method to work is very similar as at their home and also Naoise enjoys making work alongside her at the studio.

The blog of Helen was the main piece of work at the residency. http://helensargeant.co.uk/motherandson/.  Although Naoise wasn’t interested in posting work himself, Helen made an effort to ensure that his work was represented via the blog. The blog takes the form of an on-line diary. Autobiographical and reflective, critical writing is a part of Helen's practice. 

The residency was informed by Lea Lublin's extraordinary performance (Mon Fils), 1968, in which where she cared for her baby each day during the hours of an exhibition at the Musée d’Art Moderne de la Ville de Paris.

Helen says: ”I saw the residency as a 14 day durational performance piece between myself and Naoise. Me and Naoise looking after each other ad collaborating to make this piece of art work that was about care and play.”

Already 20 years ago. Prior to her first son Syd being born, She made work about the female body. Mince Her is a painting of a pregnant woman that she made during a residency on the site of an old hospital. The painting of the pregnant woman is a ghost a tribute to the women who were incarcerated on the site who had children but were not married. This was socially unacceptable in Victorian Britain. To paint Mince Her she used x-rays and medical notes and information that I had found on-site.

Same themes have interest her during her artistic career.  For example she made drawings about her pregnancy and about giving birth 2009.

Helen tells: Don’t scribble me out is a self-portrait from the year 2015. It depicts me as both mother and child. It sticks together two moments in time. It plays with ideas within my wider practice that are concerned with maternal ambivalence, vulnerability and the affect of the transition into motherhood on a woman’s identity. It is about the child that still lives inside, a child learning to mother or a child that has become trapped. It’s about loss and a yearning for freedom, independence, a life before. It utilises a family photograph taken by my father in 1973 in which you can see I am happily balanced on top of my mother’s shoulders. The felt tip pen drawing that I have carefully traced around, cut out and superimposed on top of the photographic image is by my son who was aged 4 when he drew it. In the drawing I am depicted shouting, you can see that my mouth is wide open. Marks from the drawing obliterate parts of my mothers face. I have scribbled her out.

I am interested in how lines can transmute feelings. When scribbling out my mothers face I was in fact thinking about my own invisibility as a mother and full time carer of a young child. I thought that the drawing by my son was really fascinating as it captured the sense of frustration and isolation that I felt whilst looking after him at home. I am silently shouting out or screaming from within the drawing. My voice is seen but not heard.

The title of this artwork comes from my mother’s reaction to the work when she first viewed it. She felt upset by the image I had made and said please don’t scribble me out!”

When being pregnant of his second son Naoise she started to think how she could connect the art and the motherhood. Helen found out that being a parent could be isolating and that’s why started to build networks around the things she was making research of. She felt that voices of the mothers left often unheard and that their stories should become told and their art to be seen.

She began to make research of artists, who were dealing with the subject. She created an on-line community for artist mothers with the name The Egg The Womb The Head and The Moon. The egg, the womb, the head and the moon was an online, interdisciplinary, collaborative arts project that that lasted for nine months (42 weeks) –a time frame that purposefully mirrors that of the duration of pregnancy. The site contained moving and powerful art and texts by artists, performers, photographers, academics and poets exploring a diverse range of subjects about the maternal.

MeWe was born when Helen and Mo Brown, intercultural psychotherapist, met on a park bench whilst watching their children play. MeWe – art about maternal is a peer support group for mothers, - visual artists, academics, writers, performers, poets and film makers- who also wanted to discuss their parenting and art making. They met once a month at someone’s home.

With her method of working Helen is connecting art, care work, domestic work, and play. She doesn’t make work in spite of her responsibilities of being a mother it is about being a mother and an artist. About how to do both?