Since my child started attending kindergarten, I've noticed that the mothers depicted in his books are always shown wearing aprons, holding spatulas, with indistinct faces, and devoid of any vitality.
The image of a mother has become a societal symbol rather than a representation of real women. A uniform, stereotypical image has replaced the true individuality behind each mother's identity.
I cannot identify with this societal image. It was at this point that I began painting portraits of my friends who have become mothers. They are vibrant, experiencing joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness. Most importantly, they are themselves, not like the depictions in those books.