Mother Love
“Mother Love” stoneware sculpture 3ft.tall by kayti sweetland rasmussen

What stronger bond is there than the love of a mother for her children? During my life of art, I have been privileged to paint or sculpt people, and some of the most rewarding have been mothers with their children. Wherever I have gone, I am always touched by the enveloping warmth of a mother’s love for her children.

As a mother, grandmother and great grandmother, I can share this singular state of being. Children are our legacy to the world. It’s our responsibility to make it a good legacy.

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Author: kaytisweetlandrasmussen83

I am a retired fine arts teacher, sculptor/painter, writer, and a native Californian. I love my family,dogs, horses, movies, reading and music, probably in that order. I have been married forever to a very nice man who is nice to old ladies, dogs and children.

13 thoughts on “MOTHER LOVE”

  1. At first glance, I thought of some of your Native American sculptures. Then I looked again, and thought, “No, that looks African.” But that’s the point — the love of mother for child is universal, and you’ve managed to capture that here.

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  2. I never had the maturity to be a mother, Katy – too … ahh … affected by my own childhood relationship with mine, I think.
    But I frequently thank all the gods that there aren’t too many people like Stringer and me in that regard …


  3. May I share this poem which I heard just yesterday on the radio? I found it so moving and rather appropriate to this post:
    Poem: “Her First Calf,” by Wendell Berry, from Collected Poems (North Point Press).
    Her fate seizes her and brings her
    down. She is heavy with it. It
    wrings her. The great weight
    is heaved out of her. It eases.
    She moves into what she has become,
    ure in her fate now
    as a fish free in the current.
    She turns to the calf who has broken
    out of the womb’s water and its veil.
    He breathes. She licks his wet hair.
    He gathers his legs under him
    and rises. He stands, and his legs
    wobble. After the months
    of his pursuit of her, now
    they meet face to face.
    From the beginnings of the world
    his arrival and her welcome
    have been prepared. They have always
    known each other.

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