The first Madeline Donahue piece I ever came across was a brightly hued painting of a mother wrapped around her two small kids, one child hanging across her back with his hand pressed tenderly on her face, the other cradled to her chest. The mother’s body was at the mercy of her children's weight, their simultaneous push and pull. Precariously balanced yet beatific and smiling. It’s an image that conveys so many emotions at once: chaos, joy, contentment, and love.
