It's Armor

Transitioning from girl to mother feels like the moment that we acquire our protective layers, our feathers, our scales, our armor. But our interior becomes softer, more sensitive with the love and bond we develop for our children. So in some ways we are weaker should something pierce through our armor. These works are a reflection of that protective layer. Each of the delicate forms are shaped individually by hand using polymer clay and pieced together to create the larger complex wall sculpture. They are fluid with life, the movement of the feather-like forms are meant to mimic birds, each spending much of their lives taking care of their young, shielding them with their own bodies, sharing their protective layer to provide warmth, similar to how we as mothers care for our children.