This strange drawing originated from a simple desire to draw seven shapes in this formation. The result was seven ‘potato’ shapes that didn’t really say much about me, or anything in particular. So, I challenged myself to make the drawing more intimate, and I spontaneously added ‘umbilical cords’ that did indeed strike a personal chord.
When I was about eleven, I found my brother’s abandoned Boy Scout’s knife and claimed it as my own. We had a few cats who kept me supplied with dead birds, baby rabbits, and mice as a way of showing their love at that time, and I loved them back fiercely. One summer’s day, I found a dead mouse who was pregnant. Her babies were still alive though, so I used my Boy Scout knife to deliver them.
The baby mice were all connected by umbilical cords, packed tightly against each other. I was only able to ‘awaken’ two of them. I didn’t have the proper food to feed those two, and my family was so set back on their heels because I’d done such an odd thing, that it took them a full day to recover. By the time the doctor my mother worked for as a receptionist offered to find some appropriate baby rodent milk, the babies had died.
When I added the umbilical cords to my random shapes in this drawing, this memory came flooding back to me, and that’s what this drawing became all about, although it didn’t start out about that at all. So, the way of art is a convoluted one. It’s intimate, and sometimes it’s embarrassing, and you have to be ready to bare your soul to the world, but it’s what you’re here to do.