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 as vessel, caregiver, and organism in constant negotiation. The swelling, bloblike 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.