Infertility is a bitch. IVF is an exacting process depleting and adding to your body in ways you’d rather not have to go through. But you do it hoping for a result that fills your soul while you fill your behind and stomach with hormones to produce eggs, to get pregnant, to stay pregnant, to keep your blood sugar on par and then you do it a second time if you’re lucky enough to have a bountiful harvest of those eggs.
During my hiatus from making I set my mind on keeping some of those hundreds of syringes I poked myself with through the process so when the right idea struck I could release my emotions from these many years of literal blood, sweat and tears.
This is one of 3 pieces that emerged from this journey. A piano hinge book using syringes leftover from the many progesterone shots I had taken. The acetate was a deliberate choice so that the syringes would not get lost. It was originally a test of an idea and then became the final piece. I had intended to add content to the pages, but the crispness of this felt so like the sanitary rooms of hospitals, hotels and laboratories visited during the process.
Motley Homemaker - Planner - Artist 