12" X 7" X 7"
At one point in the forming of this piece
there existed only a pregnant nude with a skeleton skull .
. . life and death. It is a fine line too often walked in
the practice of OB-GYN. I have spent hundreds of hours with
despondent, frustrated, angry, frightened, often abandoned
young black women, waiting with them as they waited on the
one thing in their lives they felt they could call their own;
the one thing they perceive as a personal triumph. Whether
the idea is legitimate or not, if I didnt try to understand
the emotion, the apparent chaotic nature of their lives would
drive me mad. This small piece strikes close to my heart.