11/06/2026
I completely misunderstood my own painting.
For a long time, I told people this piece was just about vulnerability and learning to let your guard down. At the time, I really believed thatās all it was. But looking at it today, I realise my own mind was probably trying to protect me like it has countless times before.
When I sat down to create this, my fertility journey was long over. I genuinely thought I had left that entire chapter behind me and moved on with my life.
Yet, completely unconsciously, I chose a stork. And I painted it face-to-face with this woman, totally locked in a quiet, intense conversation. I see now that it was just the lingering footprint of that time. My subconscious was putting a visual to the exact, heavy, silent dialogue you carry when youāre in that space of waiting and hoping.
It made me realise we donāt just erase our heavy chapters. They stay with us, even when we think weāve totally moved on.
I know how lonely this specific journey can be, and how silently so many women carry it. If youāve ever been there, or are there now, please know you arenāt alone. Leave a š¤ in the comments if you want to send some quiet solidarity.
P.S. Please excuse the croaky voice in the videoāIām currently fighting off a cold, but I really wanted to sit down and share this with you today anyway.