In Utero Mundi
You came to form
as a whisper beneath my skin
a drop
a spark
a pulse of becoming
My body widened
with your being
Our being
But then
Silence
Your form taken back
Into the origin that first shaped you
Into the stillness that still sings the echo between the ribs
where no language lives
I will carry you
through the ache that grows and glows
through the hollow of the hips
through the silence that hums between my bones
through the waters that still move inside my womb
through the breath that holds
what will never come to cry
I will carry you
Even without form
in every trembling of my skin,
in every tear that becomes earth,
in every longing that refuses to die
I will carry you
with no ending
for there is no ending to the tenderness of absence
Even when the arms are empty
the womb will always sing.
In Utero Mundi is an offering to all mothers who have carried love beyond form
It speaks to the invisible thread between creation and return, between the pulse of life and the silence that follows. This work honors the sacred continuum of love; one that does not begin with birth, nor end with death, but moves through us like the tide, endlessly gathering, dissolving, and becoming again.
This pièce unique invites us into the raw tenderness of the earth’s embrace: a figure that carries and is carried at once.
Its surface breathes with the texture of skin, clay, and memory: a living testament to how the body itself becomes a landscape of love and loss. Here, matter and spirit collapse into one another. The human and the elemental blur until only presence remains.
It is not a depiction of sorrow, but of continuity… Of what endures when form dissolves. The stillness that remains is not empty; it sings. The arms may be empty, yet the womb still hums with remembrance.
Love has no direction. It forever cycles through the source: the soft, raw, eternal womb of the world itself.
Through In Utero Mundi, ‘In the womb of the world’ I wish to awaken reverence for the unseen labor of holding; for the quiet heroism of women whose bodies have known both creation and return. It is a hymn to the mother as vessel, to the body as altar, to the earth as the eternal womb from which all things rise and to which all things return.
To carry is not to possess.
It is to become the ground itself: soft, raw, eternal.
SPECIFICS
Epson Museum Etching Paper 350 g
Montage dibond 2 mm
Profile R/R alu med 40×14
Full-fledged ink
Piece Unique
Size and pricing on demand
Lize Helsen
Heartcore Therapist & Beeldend Kunstenaar
Lize Helsen is a clinical sexologist at Heartcore, where she combines therapy and photography. She focuses on Erotic Intelligence as a foundation for healthy relationships and enhanced self-awareness. Her deep passion for nature and visual art finds expression in the *All Things Wild* photo series, where she uses the power of nature to reveal deeper layers of human emotions, growth, and connection.
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