Journey through the mystical realms of the ‘Owl Women’ video, where wisdom takes flight on silent wings. This visual narrative unfolds against the backdrop of an old Celtic folk tale, revealing the profound connection between the wise and majestic owls and a tribe of enchanted women. Highlighted is the essence of owl wisdom, portraying these nocturnal creatures as symbolic messengers and guardians of ancient knowledge. As the narrative unfolds, a profound alliance is forged between the women and the owls, uniting them in a sacred mission to protect the very fabric of nature — the oak trees, the rivers, the land, and the diverse creatures that call it home.
Central to the tale is the majestic ancient oak tree, revered as the Tree of Life, a meeting place where the ‘Owl Women’ convenes to plan their noble escapades. The video portrays the collaborative efforts of these mystical beings as they strategize and embark on adventures to preserve the delicate balance of the natural world. The ancient oak serves as a symbol of strength, resilience, and interconnectedness, embodying the essence of the land they strive to safeguard.
The ‘Owl Women’ video invites viewers to witness the magical convergence of wisdom, nature, and feminine strength. It stands as a testament to the enduring power of ancient tales, weaving a narrative that celebrates the intrinsic bond between humanity, wildlife, and the sanctity of the earth.
Da Brava Madre (The Good Mother)
There are sculptures that describe the body, and there are those that attempt something far more elusive to give form to a force we recognize instantly yet cannot fully name. Da Brava Madre (The Good Mother) belongs to the latter.
Mother is not simply a role. It is an origin story written into the body before language, before memory. It is the first architecture we inhabit the pulse that surrounds us, the quiet intelligence that knows when to hold and when to release. Long before we understand love, we are carried by it.
In Da Brava Madre, the figures do not rest they move. They reach, extend, balance in a moment that feels both precarious and perfectly resolved. This is intentional. Motherhood is never static. It is a continual act of adjustment, of instinct meeting circumstance, of strength disguised as grace.
The elongated limbs stretch outward like branches in wind, echoing the way a mother becomes more than herself. She multiplies not physically, but energetically becoming protector, teacher, shelter, and horizon. The smaller forms are not separate; they orbit, lean, and rise through her, suggesting that a child is never outside the field of a mother’s presence, even when they begin to stand on their own.
There is play here.
You can feel it in the lift of a limb, the suggestion of motion that borders on dance. Mothers do not only guard they delight. They mirror laughter, invent games, soften the world so a child can enter it without fear. The sculpture holds that fleeting, sacred lightness the moment when protection becomes joy.
And yet, beneath the movement, there is an undeniable core of strength.
The single point of contact with the earth the grounded leg anchors everything. This is the quiet truth of motherhood while everything else reaches, expands, and risks, there is always one part that remains rooted. Steady. Unyielding. A foundation that does not announce itself, but without which nothing could stand.
To protect is not only to shield from harm. It is to prepare. To guide. To allow small falls so that greater strength may grow. In this sense, the sculpture becomes a study in balance not just physical, but emotional. How much to hold, how much to let go. How to remain a center while encouraging departure.
The surface of the bronze carries its own memory fire, transformation, time. It mirrors the journey of motherhood itself an alchemy of intensity and patience, where something raw is shaped into something enduring. Every contour suggests both vulnerability and resilience, as though the figures have been forged not just in metal, but in experience.
This is why Da Brava Madre was created. Not to depict a literal mother and child, but to embody the essence of motherhood the invisible thread that binds, lifts, protects, and ultimately releases. It is a love that does not diminish when stretched; it expands. It is fierce without hardness, tender without fragility.
It is, in its truest form, an act of becoming.
And perhaps that is what we recognize when we stand before it not just the mother, but the memory of having been held, taught, and set free.
Have a Beautiful Day,
Gesso Cocteau
(From my journal notes on creating 'Da Brava Madre'.)
Da Brava Madre (The Good Mother)
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