What time is it?

I fight a battle against reproduction, inner thoughts about regretting the decision against motherhood and questioning political aspects about (self-)decision or force of any kind in this context. I'm a 37-year-old woman. What time is it?

I fight a battle against reproduction and am constantly trying to defy the inner questions and fears of regretting the decision against motherhood one day. As a 37-year-old woman, it does not only feel like a race against time.

It is an invisible struggle whose inner conflict I want to visualize through my work. Through a playful display of myself beeing pregnant and as a mother I‘m studying the variety of topics arround „Motherhood“.

What does a contrast of real mothers and me the fake mom, looks like? Are we not equal? Why does it feel that way? Why do I (need to) feel such a strong pressure?

The topic of motherhood is not only private but on the contrary, also very political. What about self-decision of any kind in this context? Allocation of roles? Who is it to decide?

What time is it?