I’m collecting stories about mothers. I have a purple armchair and a small wooden box engraved with the words, ‘tell me about your mother’.
A little over a year ago, I began asking people to sit in the purple chair and to think about their mothers.
The box, with it’s small round hole, waits to receive the written thoughts – words or drawings describing a relationship with a mother.
I am interested in the idea of ‘the good mother’ – what it means and how it applies to me, as a mother, and as a daughter. And I began to wonder about the thoughts of others….