A Conversation flower chair I wanted cake

I wanted cake

I like coffee in the afternoons

Or for the ones who birthed us themselves

And there lies the whole meaning

Give me a room full of them please

A Conversation flower chair I wanted cakeSomething new. An original artwork, simplified yet layered, pencil on birch ply. Something ready to hang and ready to be delivered from one's hands onto another's. For the Mothers who are foremost woman with lives and style and an identity and then a cherry get placed atop their frosting as they have their children. Its for those mothers to whom I connect. For the ones who want art on their walls, and babies at their feet. Or for the ones who birthed