I wonder what it is that makes us do it,
Singles us out to scribble down, man-wise,
The fragments of ourselves. Why are we
Already mother-creatures, double-bearing,
With matrices in body and in brain?
– Amy Lowell, 'The Sisters'


Every second, 4 people are born.
Ever since the ancient times, the image of a pregnant woman has been associated with fertility of the soil, allegorically referring the image of the womb to the Earth as a whole.

Between divine miracle and carnal torment, sacred mission and means of control, childbirth leaves the woman alone with the pain, danger and creation of a new life that ensures the existence of mankind.
The project of Diana Schliman Deeper offers the experience of meditative peering into the transforming mysteries inside the womb.
The sound that fills up the space — whether harrowing, or orgasmic — tells of diving in the unknown and the infernal experience of childbirth. During the peak of physical stress and pain, the woman falls into the space between life and death, into oblivion; a very physical, "beastly" action brings a kind of otherworldly experience.

Ritualism around the birth of a new life, fully personifies the human fear of the uncontrollable and incomprehensible: the chaos of the unconscious, such a carnal mystery is most accurately expressed only by sighs and cries. Through radical visuality, childbearing experience is appropriated as a personal choice and powerful action.

The translucent "shell" conceals contents that look like female reproductive organs, or the stamens of a flower, or an alien creature. The visual tenderness and physical strength of the material of the sculpture reflect both the mortal ephemerality and the sacredness and grandeur of the event.

In the dark room of the bunker — the "safe place" — the viewer remains in front of their "past" self, immersed in such a now sought-for feeling of security and energy of something secretive and mysterious, full of quivering expectation.
The flowing condensate revives a bewitching cocoon that freezes us in anticipation that it would soon begin to pulsate in a circadian rhythm and open, presenting something unprecedented.