If I tell you the truth, will you run away and hide? Hide from me? From yourself? From your own truth?
My truth is, Motherhood and every grand and beautiful thing that goes with it is not revered, loved or honoured.
This has been my experience in British Columbia, Canada. From the time my children were 11, 9 and 7, I was the only supporting parent.
One day I will write about the way in which I am treated by this government but only in the spirit of making things better for the future generations.
The only way to survive the overwhelming pressure and the injustice of it all was to paint.
First I would dance and then I would paint. Sometimes a walk in the community garden preceded my painting sessions. I found in gardening blissful joy, and the lessons of regeneration and transformation.
Mothers find a way. A way to see a way to survive.When you travel to the edges of your personality, in your altered state and you return triumphant, you are a shaman. When you share your journey with the tribe, you are an Animatic.
In all things - I try to be honest. It's not easy facing my own truth which is full of limitation
while at the same time full of possibility.
I love colour, design and this technology that brings us all together.
The Mother in me knows, clearly, the dangers of the day but I look forward to the creative solutions of the future. Are you with me?
Jen Fisher-Bradley/May 2000