Who holds you?

When was the last time you felt truly held?

Not helped
Not advised
Not taken care of

Held

Can you remember what it feels like to receive without having to give something back?

To soften without feeling vulnerable?

To let someone else hold the space while you simply exist?

What is your relationship with receiving?

And with your femininity?

What happens inside you when you think

of the word mother?

Comfort?
Distance?
Longing?
Tenderness?
Something you cannot quite name?

And if what you needed did not always come through your own mother,

could you still experience the feeling of being held?

Could the body discover something

that words cannot explain?

MATRIOSKA begins here

with the idea of experiencing,

for a moment,

another way of being held

Two generations
A mother and a daughter
Holding space for one woman