There have been many times when all of children preferred to not talk to me, there have been many times when all of them talked to me often, and of course more instances of all the possibilities inbetween. Christmas 2023 was exceptionally difficult as my ponderings increased my alcohol consumption which increased my ponderings which took to pain. Ongoing, excruitaing, inescapable pain. So I came up with Schrodinger’s Mother. A place for me to not have to know how I am viewed as parent today, but I can still be one. A place where I can hone the energy into communicating and remembering rather than sorrowful angry drinking. As Schrodinger’s Mother, I can step into love, even if only for a moment, to remind myself that current statuses are just that … current.
My place of freedom is inspired by the Scientific concept of Schrodingers Cat and the painting of Whistlers Mother.
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