Counterpoint

Like a fine piece of music, surrogacy also has it's own counterpoint....

A musical creation: Sets the mood with it's bass notes carrying the unsuspecting auditory traveller on a journey from which they believe there can be no deviation... all of a sudden a trill of delicate epiphany lifts the ear ever upward, an insistence in its voice, and while the journey has not changed scene, the mood has been transported to a place of hope, and thus the counterpoint has told a story that is incomplete without it's counterpart.

Surrgacy: The bass notes of grief and sadness carry along the weary infertile traveller. A journey from which one tries to deviate, often to be rudely reminded by the bass notes drone, that this journey is one of totallity. And then, when the drone reaches it's incessant throb, a trill of hope, the counterpoint, brings a promise of hope and the relationship between hopeful parents and surrogate is forged and a symphony of life is composed.

What strange bedfellows these two experiences are. What unique bedfellows. Sadness and grief, loss and failure underpins the joy and hope, the gratitude and future. They sit side by side, each component valid. Each component complete in their own right. Strange bedfellows indeed. The bass notes of sadness and grief lay the foundation upon which the joy and hope and gratitude sit. Without those bass notes, there would be no need for it's counterpoint. This particular symphony would not exist.

Now, the big question.... how do I express this visually?

This is a work in progress.