My mission is to help mothers make art—because when moms are fully expressed and lit from the inside, their creative power becomes a ripple that changes their families, their communities, and the world.
Wild Mother Art exists because motherhood, as we’re taught to live it, silences women— our needs, our voices, our desires, our art.
We’re handed a story: Find the partner. Buy the house. Have the children. Be grateful. Be good. Be selfless.
And then—quietly—we vanish.
We become caretakers and containers, pouring ourselves into others while shelving our own dreams. Whether stretched thin by work and caregiving or isolated after stepping away from careers, the message is the same: a mother’s role is to serve, not to want, express, or create.
But that story is a lie.
Mothers are wildly creative beings—artists, writers, visionaries, culture-makers. Our power isn’t lost; it’s been buried. And buried seeds are waiting to grow.
Wild Mother Art is a reclamation.
A space where mothers remember who they are, where truth, pleasure, rage, and joy are welcome, and where we stop asking for permission and start living out loud.
This isn’t self-care as an afterthought.
It’s self-expression as revolution.
Mothers need to make art so their lives run on the generative fuel of creation—because when mothers are lit from within, we change the world.