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"Blossoming"
My second collection of figurines, an ode to motherhood.
Mother.
You are one, you have one, you admire one.
The thought excites you, it scares you, it triggers butterflies.
It does all of those.
An ode to constant change, evolution, the eclipsing skin of life-growing temples.
An ode to swollen breasts, drooping towards the earth.
Bellies stretching, cracking, creating dry rivers on the skin.
Hips wide enough to embrace the entire world.
An ode to swollen breasts, drooping towards the earth.
Accepting, fearing, learning, looking.
The mirror revealing a new woman.
"Blossoming" is about the strength it takes to surrender to change.
The beauty and imperfection of creation.
The wonder that is motherhood.
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