Barren. Catharsis for consolation

Many of us are not fertile, not capable of initiating, sustaining, or supporting reproduction; instead we are labelled as unproductive; labelled as barren. We live discontent with our childlessness, bearing an undisclosed ache, a sense of emptiness; tender from the blunt questioning, presumption and surmise of others.

Through this piece, repurposing a watering-can rose, I have explored the emotional and psychological associations of what fertility means to those who are not. The watering can enables each and every one of us to feed and nurture. That which we are inherently designed for is sometimes transferrable. The challenge lies in accepting that we are enough.