The line that begins a journey, a game, play.  You encourage me to follow and trace the lines that you have made. I twist and turn on your line. We laugh together. The line that connects me to you. An umbilical line. A line that “starts” and “finishes”. A life line. The concentric lines that mark the ends of our finger tips which hold the chalk. “What is chalk mummy?”, my son enquires. He draws a family, an alien spaceship, babies in the bellies of the pregnant woman. He draws a protective line around our pregnant women. He curls up inside the womb of the woman. The sun is bright, but it is bitterly cold, so we go home for tea.

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“Follow”, Digital Photograph, Helen & Naoise Sargeant, 2016

 

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“Two pregnant women with babies”, Digital Photograph, Helen Sargeant, 2016

 

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“Squiggle”, DIgital Photograph, Helen Sargeant, 2016

 

 

 

 

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“His family”, Digital Photograph, Helen & Naoise Sargeant, 2016

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“Foetal Postion”, Digital Photograph, Helen & Naoise Sargeant, 2016

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“Two Pregnant Women with Babies”, Helen & Naoise Sargeant, 2016

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“His Family”, Digital Photograph, Helen & Naoise Sargeant, 2016

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