Monday, December 13, 2010

Helpless, Ines.

7" x 5"


about this piece.
This is a painting of probably the most painful memory I have of the early days after Fionn died, the time of breast engorgement. During my entire pregnancy I had been looking forward to breast feeding my child. And then when the milk came, it really came in in a big way. I felt helpless, betrayed and useless. And I still do at times. I still wish I could have breast fed a baby with the bits of me that were designed to do so. -Ines

about the artist.
Ines, aka forward tumble, is a 42 year old mother of Fionn who died before he was born in June 2008. After a year of serious illness, she is learning to live her life without her child.

In Ines’ words, “While art and creativity has always somewhat been part of my life, I used to take a lot of pictures (still do) to capture the beauty of life. I have recently discovered art as a new way of expressing and releasing parts of me from within. I now pursue art in a more deliberate way because it seems to cleanse/liberate me which helps both in my grieving and life in general.”

Ines lives in rural Ireland in a house in a big field two miles from the sea. She maintains a number of blogs: forward tumble; daily forward tumble, chronicling her Creative Everyday Challenge; Fionn, a blog about her son; and tunnel time, a blog about growing vegetables in a poly tunnel in Ireland.


  1. I had that feeling after Jet died. My breasts were full of milk and so incredibly painful. It was horrible. And I felt so utterly useless. Beautiful Ines.

  2. This just makes me want to fall to my knees and weep. I am so sorry, Ines.
    So very beautiful and tragic.

  3. Blunt and true. I love this piece.

  4. True...glad you shared this aspect of the process. I felt like my body was mocking me almost.


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