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Archetype Of Virgin Mary
The Virgin Mary; to some she could be identified as the mother of all beings, she could be described as divine, uplifting, powerful, pure, humble, compassionate, selfless, and she holds many other attributes that make her a great mother. However, Mary was not classified by just her attributes and characteristics, the reason she is described as such is because of her experiences with the world and how they perceived her through these acts.
In my eyes my mother is not a “mother Teresa” or a “virgin Mary” but in terms of archetypes she is classified in the same area. While creating my archetype of “Mother”, I formed a shape of a women through wire, enhancing her breast, carving and shaping her hips, adding thighs and a back end that looked full.
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I thought through multiple examples of my mother and I, and all the experiences and situations we had together. From moments to memories and flashes of our relationship I needed to allow my conscious to recollect those experiences. Unconsciously, the moments that were positive and pure came rushing in first and I began to add balls of color wire to the area where her imaginary heart would be placed. She was a provider, she would do anything she could to make sure I was safe, healthy, cared for and heading in the right direction. I could recall countless hours of driving to basketball games and school ceremonies, college visits and shopping for the unnecessary dorm necessities. My mother’s handwork and determination to never give up and push to provide gave me that desire of selflessness. I love her and all that she is. Then soon after adding those color balls and feeling as if the piece was completed. I noticed my demeanor shift. Unconsciously, I started digging for black wire, I knew I needed to place it inside of her. I could not figure out where exactly, but I felt as if it had to be included to fully grasp who my mother was, this moment caught me off guard. From a young age I resented my mother for divorcing my father and complaining to me about …show more content…
I realized, my mother is broken into two pieces, now that I have come to realization of this I wish I had gotten the chance to cut the figure in half. My loving mother is loving due to the fact she has nurtured to me thus far, and continues to encourage me to push and become the best possible person I can be. She has always been in my corner to guide me in succeeding, I am aware of her love for me in terms of providing. My unloving mother I believe has caused a wedge in my heart in terms of understanding what unconditional love is. I have also been pushing for independence so strongly that I have lost sight of other people’s guidance. I expressed earlier in this response, my disconnect with her and the abandonment she resonated within me due to her actions. I do believe my mother’s overall being has impacted me tremendously. Some traits I have inherited I wish I had more options to pick from, but then again there are many traits that make me very similar to her and I cannot help but to express my

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