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Touched is inspired by the feeling of being ‘Touched Out’.
Acrylic paint on a 40cm x 30cm canvas
I heard of this term before I even gave birth. I never really understood it, thinking ‘touch is my love language’. And in the early days I still didn’t get it. Even though my baby was colic, and I spent basically 100% of my time with him for the first 6 months, I never felt I had been too close to him.
In late infancy and early toddlerhood I suddenly realised what it meant to be touched out. It was like the feeling of his little hands all over me never left and he still needed more of me. While some of the hand prints fade, others are fresh and the cycle carries on until moms become a baby handprint. There’s moments where a mom just needs a minute to be alone, to not be touched, to not hear the word ‘mama’, to just be. There were days where I would cringe when my husband would kiss me or touch me and I couldn’t figure out why I felt so ick until I realised I just didn’t want to be touched.
In this painting I added texture and colour to the ‘world’ and left mom colourless and more-or-less flat looking to depict the feeling of overstimulation.
Touched is inspired by the feeling of being ‘Touched Out’.
Acrylic paint on a 40cm x 30cm canvas
I heard of this term before I even gave birth. I never really understood it, thinking ‘touch is my love language’. And in the early days I still didn’t get it. Even though my baby was colic, and I spent basically 100% of my time with him for the first 6 months, I never felt I had been too close to him.
In late infancy and early toddlerhood I suddenly realised what it meant to be touched out. It was like the feeling of his little hands all over me never left and he still needed more of me. While some of the hand prints fade, others are fresh and the cycle carries on until moms become a baby handprint. There’s moments where a mom just needs a minute to be alone, to not be touched, to not hear the word ‘mama’, to just be. There were days where I would cringe when my husband would kiss me or touch me and I couldn’t figure out why I felt so ick until I realised I just didn’t want to be touched.
In this painting I added texture and colour to the ‘world’ and left mom colourless and more-or-less flat looking to depict the feeling of overstimulation.
