Abbey and I both have mother issues. We decided to do an “art along” to work out our feelings.
I’m going to journal the progression of my mother art piece. In addition I’m going to journal my emotional journey with this piece. My Mother entries likely won’t be upbeat or fun. But at least there will be art in progress pics!
I have Endometriosis. So does my Mother. I’ve known I’ve had Endo for a few years now. It’s a weird condition. You could say it’s a disease. I don’t. I prefer thinking of it as a condition, like asthma. It’s not known what causes Endo and treatments are all over the place.
What is it? Here’s how I understand Endo. Basically, bits of the uterus lining back up through the fallopian tubes, leave the womb and enter into the body. These bits then attach themselves to other parts of the body. Somehow they’re still affected by the woman’s hormonal cycle. When the rest of the lining is shedding itself during the menstrual cycle these stray bits swell up and cause pain because they’re not in the right place.
My Mother apparently had the worst case of Endo her doctor had ever seen. She had a hysterectomy when she was 33. I’m 33 now. This year my period has changed. I’m now spotting for a week after my normal period stops. The matching ages feels important. I’ve done therapy about my issues before but this feels deeper. It’s as if I’m healing the little girl Twi instead of just dealing with the situation.
Currently I’m getting acupuncture to treat my Endo. It’s helping. I’m also doing energy work. That’s why Abbey made me the meditation mat. And now I’m making art about me, my Mother and Endometriosis.
I’m going to try to use as much recycled material as I can. As I told Abbey-we’re working with the materials we have just like we’re working with the mothers we have. I sewed a bunch of felt scrap pieces together to create raw canvas.

My art piece will be a womb. The Endo is one of the few things that still connects me to my Mother. She disowned me when I was 18.

The seams look like scars to me. They seem so fitting. Eventually they’ll be covered up with several layers. I want to recreate them in some fashion on the top layer.
My Mother and I’s relationship is so centered around pain. When one of us was ready to give love the other one gave back pain. Both of us are guilty of it.
It is hard to write about my Mother. It’s hard to make this art. When I was assembling this piece I felt things moving around in my womb area. I will find healing through this but it likely will be a rough ride along the way.
My working title for the piece is “Through Our Pain We Find Love”.