Metrium takes its name from the endometrium, the uterine lining that must be soft, sticky, and safe for new life to take hold. Painted while I was pregnant with my second child, it reflects on the body’s shifting roles—vessel, caregiver, organism in constant negotiation. The swelling, blob-like form embodies an aesthetics of excess, where boundaries dissolve and the maternal body becomes absorbent, tender, and overfull. My body is needed, and yes, kneaded, to excess.