It's no surprise that once you have a kid, everything changes in some way...but it's (sort of) up to you how much it changes...
I am a (ahem) very stubborn person when it comes to certain things and giving up making art was NEVER an option in my book (though if I had a dollar for every person who said "There goes your art career!" while I was pregnant, I would never need to work again...for the record, never say that to a pregnant woman...or to anyone. It's rude.) Needless to say I am still making art and I am happy to say Olivia is a big fan of sculpture and art in general.
That's not to say its not difficult at times (I am specifically thinking of hauling furniture in and out of my show at the Philadelphia Art Alliance with a small child strapped to my back...and at the Thinkspace opening where Olivia cried to the point of hyperventilating...) but you find ways to make it work... It wasn't until the second baby (aka the Philadelphia Sculpture Gym...yes, we think of this as our 2nd child...without the diapers.) that things got a little hectic in my art making life. I feel like I am always at the computer or at the space and between Olivia and the business, making my own work has gotten tough...but again this stubborness is kicking in and I am making due by sculpting at the kitchen table and casting things in my bathtub. Ideal, no. Necessary, yes. Not making art is still not an option (we're making a place to make art, for god's sake!) so I balance...again, not easy, but I think that when Olivia grows up, she will remember sitting at the kitchen table with her mom making all kinds of things...pies, cakes, bread, weird rabbit sculpture...and a business...and I hope that makes her proud.
