An on-going personal photo story exploring the effect that learning to ride a motorcycle had on my own anxiety ridden, postpartum, confidence drained soul by photographing fellow mothers who ride motorcycles, along with their families and support systems. This work was shown at a Gallery Stroll event at Suicide Lane Cycles on November 21st, 2015.
“My baby was just starting to wean and I needed something. Some days it was all I could do to keep from screaming and trying to crawl out of my skin. It is difficult to explain, if you aren’t a mama, but overwhelming and helpless feelings of being ‘touched out’ can come on strong at times. A desire to do something that was mine alone, with no kids pulling at me, climbing on me, grabbing for me, yelling for me, kissing me, caressing me, clinging to me. I needed something. This mama needed to do something that made me feel strong, empowered and in control. An outlet for recharging and a time to not be the nurturer, for just a moment. Parenting can feel wildly chaotic, and completely outside of your control at times. Something I am well suited for, something I adore and would never change, but it is intense. I chose to learn to ride. Nothing beats the connection you have to the earth, the elements and your surroundings when on a bike. The smells, the light and shadows, the temperature changes. You are connected to it all, you are part of it, and you are focused. It is mind clearing and centering. Making all the chaos of daily life unimportant, at least for the moment. For me, it is a reclaiming of self, and a soul lifting experience, every single time I get on my bike. It was empowering to learn something new and to push myself to do something a little scary. I hope to model these things for my kids, I want them to know they can do anything, to encourage them to go outside their comfort zones, and push themselves to approach their passions head on and always follow their dreams.”