I brought my 6 month old baby, Ziv, on this trip–and his father as well, of course, my husband Ben. As an artist, as a feminist, it has been a strange event, this having a child. I believe Motherhood is in many ways the biggest taboo one can have in the art world. Even finding the language to think about, write about, being a mother is riddled with landmines of cliches, sentimentality, internalized contempt for mothers–hence, myself–fear of self-obliteration.
I must find the language, however, because bringing him has added a particular layer of magic to this journey, and not only for me. One challenge for me will be finding the words to articulate what that magic is.