Weekly scans tracked the surprising survival of a twin after my partial miscarriage. Confined to bed for months, these images inspired a fantastical narrative of uterine space writ large as sea and salt marsh. This figurative expansion of the womb seemed to offer the comforting fantasy of maternal agency during an anxious time of waiting. Several years have passed; I return to this self-enabling narrative which now seems to inform a broader meditation on maternity, mourning and hospitality.
New: 20 September, 2001 | Now: 6 May, 2015