The Dark Mother Art Studio

Time to express your whole fucking self without having to explain your fucking self. Come. Move. Make something. Feel better.

Wednesday, May 14 · 10am–11am PT · $40

I don't remember much of the first year of my daughter’s life. I was suddenly a mother of two - one infant, one toddler.

I remember that I was alone all day, most days. I would wake up to the sound of my husband going for a run at 4am and lay in panic and dread until I had to get up so he could leave at 6. I was in freeze most of the day—except for the moments when I would explode with rage at my toddler, because I didn’t have structure, support, or a single moment to feel what I was feeling.

I thought about harming myself.
I begged silently for someone to help me.
And I smiled. I performed okay-ness, because I knew I’d get more help (even if it was crap) by fawning than by yelling.

And I know I’m not the only one who has experienced this.

We live in a culture that demands an explanation before it offers care.
Prove it. Earn it. Be palatable. Make it easy for me to support you.

So we start trying to explain ourselves better. Tell the story better. Cry prettier.

But the truth is: Belonging has nothing to do with approval.
And The Dark Mother Art Studio is about actualizing that fact.

This offering is for YOU, so that you don’t have to:

  • Keep playing the “fine” game

  • Figure out how to take care of yourself so that others can stay comfortable

  • Keep the intrusive thoughts at bay

  • Justify your desire for SPACE to BREATHE

This is a radical reframe.
It is a creative reclamation.
It is a spiritual confrontation with everything we’ve been taught to suppress.

Wednesday, May 14

10am–11am PT
$40
Live on Zoom (No Replay Available for these sessions)

When I say this is going to be epic, I mean it.

Because your nervous system is already responding to imagined scenarios—anxiety does that. But we can flip it. When we lean into imagination, and let it guide us through art, we reclaim:

  • Completion (instead of endless dread)

  • Victory (instead of shame spirals)

  • Truth (instead of silence)

We will sing.
We will speak.
We might howl.
We will not apologize.

This is not therapy.
This is not performance.
This is expression that becomes a survival ritual, a revolt.

This is what happens when a mother tells the truth and makes something from it.

If this hits, you already know.
You don’t need to ask permission.
You don’t need to explain yourself.

You just need to say yes.

$40 · Wednesday, May 14

10am–11am PT · Zoom