She holds her hands as if afraid to let go. As if what is inside is not simply a child, but an entire world that does not yet know where it is arriving.
The belly is round, like a planet. Divided into planes, like a map no one has yet finished drawing.
At the center — a point. The place from which a person begins. The place from which memory begins. The first thread between two lives.
Perhaps this is what the world looks like before the first breath enters it. Before a name appears. Before a story begins.
She does not yet know the face. But she already holds an entire life.
And perhaps every mother in times of war holds something more than a child. She holds the future. And holds it with both hands.
Medium: hand embroidery, original technique, DMC thread, organza
