An ode to domestic art, from prom gowns to birthday cakes

Last month, I wrote a comic about the unseen artistry of women inspired by a conversation I had with my grandmother. While praising my artistry, my grandma dismissed

her own creative accomplishments. When I protested, pointing out all her beautiful creations surrounding us — including the very chair she was sitting on, her expression of

genuine surprise stuck with me. At the time we laughed together, but her inability to see her own artistry haunted me and eventually led to the creation of my comic. I

wanted to know: How could this prolific 83-year-old woman never have viewed her creations in terms of artistic talent? How many other female artists were hiding in plain sight?

It’s time to appreciate domestic artistry like sewing and baking Upon reading the comic script to my mom, she made a deep, heartfelt sigh. Her father had always been the

one recognized as an artist, while her mother was skilled in domestic artforms but unseen in comparison. Next thing I knew, we were rummaging through storage alongside my aunts

and cousins, hunting for treasures from our foremothers. Together we admired the many uncovered treasures, including embroidery, bone and wood carvings, porcelain painted

cups, knitting, upholstery and tapestries by grandmas Hjördís, Unnur, Ingveldur, Ingibjörg, Margrét and Magga. Our conversation had given us an opportunity to respect these women

and view their art with a new framework, and an opportunity for me to weave their art into this ten-panel story.