Women and their Mothers

The writer Louise Erdrich, wrote an interesting passage in her book "The Painted Drum" about the relationship between the mother daughter characters. I could relate to this. I want to make an image to go with these words and will be working on it.

It is difficult for a woman to admit that she gets along with her own mother-somehow it seems a form of betrayal, at least, it used to among women of my generation. To join in the company of women, to be adults, we go through a period of proudly boasting of having survived our mother's indifference, anger, overpowering love, the burden of her pain, her tendency to drink or teetotal, her warmth or coldness, praise or criticism, sexual confusions or embarrassing clarity. It isn't enough that she sweat, labored, bore her daughters howling or under total anesthesia or both. No. She must be responsible for our psychic weaknesses the rest of her life. It is all right to feel kinship with your father, to forgive. We all know that. But your mother is held to a standard so exacting that it has no principles. She simply must be to blame.