A mother lode

#doodleaday2013 inundated with my #hfsmm xoS
This being the day of our Seder I need a Hall Pass.
This being the day of our Seder and the day after a Sunday spent in bed recuperating from a bout of food poisoning in which I am contemplating my mortality, what the kitchen counter looks like when I am wearing my glasses and how, ever, I can carry out anything when saddled with the cloak of not enoughness, I really need a Hall Pass. (Sheryl Sandberg, the COO of Facebook who’s new book Leaning In would have me hire help, delegate and divide. Here is more discussion on Sandberg’s book if you weren’t satisfied with the Time magazine interview)


Today, we at Laundry Line Divine, (and I know you know that means me, and the dust motes, and the piles of paper, art supplies including a dozen stickers off recently squeezed lemons, bills to pay and socks to pair up and fold, we, this royal-south-of-Downton Abbey- we, is me.) I need a day off.

So Rayna Fahey, from Radical Cross Stitch in Melbourne Australia, has allowed me to repost her video. Rayna takes a different path in to discussing mothering and creativity. As I have gotten feedback from readers of An Anthology of Babes: 36 Women Give Motherhood a Voice, I am thrilled to hear women finding comfort and joy in the stories there. The book and the blog series explores my mission of holding space for women’s stories of mothering. The voices of artists are of particular interest to me because as artists, we have the multiple lens of participant(mother) and the one expressing from that level of participation. Watch Rayna’s video and see her work here and you will see what is given voice from her couch in Melbourne.


I will be back with more guest blog posts from the Canada, California and the UK.

Please be well and check the freshness dates on whatever you are eating for lunch.

Xo S

PS And if you showed up today not at all in the mood for mothering and creativity, then read here. This essay by Dinah Lenny will fill you up.

The mother as an artist. Disbanding the myth of the artistic sanctuary and a space to create.

Two and a half hours of embroidery, feeding, changing, entertaining, and cuddling.

Photography: Marcus Salvagno
Editing: Karl Fitzgerald
Music: Line of Flight – Revolution Void


This piece was created for “It’s Never Too Late to Mend”.

The Making and Baking of Banners and Biscuits was born out of a desire to contribute to the conversation about the value of handmade.  All too often purveyors of handmade goods find themselves having to justify their prices in the face of mass production of consumerables.  Comparing a uniquely designed, handmade piece of clothing against a one of thousands, sweatshop produced item shouldn’t even happen, yet it does. And far too often makers are left to defend their ‘high’ prices, when the reality is that the mass producers should be the ones explaining their prices. This Is Handmade is a brilliant video project, which works with this idea.

The Making and Baking of Banners and Biscuits was also inspired by observations of gender within the arts. As a mother and an artist I rarely have the luxury of uninterrupted creative time, I share my creative space with small children and I have to manage gallery time with childcare.  These are not really issues that phase me as my children are my muses and are very much a part of my practice. What interests me is the different status that artists attract due to their family status. Certainly my experience and observation of group shows is that it’s the single guys who get the most time and attention paid to their art.

Luckily for me, my practice tends to attract similarly radical curators and art workers so my colleagues have always been open to supporting my children being present and part of my art. However, I know this is not reflective of the art world as a whole.  Hopefully this piece will plant some seeds for people to think about the way they value art workers as parents.

Thanks again to Marcus, Karl, Hannah, Jose and the kids for helping put this piece together, arohanui xx

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  • jennifergandinle

    Oh sweet Suzi, rest your lovely self as long as you are able. You’ve been through the wringer — and to contemplate your mortality on top of all of this? Oy vey.

    Love to you in all your moments. A zisn Pesach to you and yours.