A gigantic baby, projected onto the wall eight feet in height, looks serenely out at the viewer.
The baby, a painted rendition of the Gerber baby, seems vaguely familiar.
Suddenly, a life-sized woman, naked, toddles across the baby in a pre-nap fit, eventually crawling onto its lap. The woman
gurgles a little, looks up at the baby’s face, and collapses exhaustedly,
proceeding to fall asleep. Her fingers slowly uncurl and her mouth opens
in relaxation. A short while later, after awaking, the woman attempts
to receive some response from the baby, but to no avail. Untended, she
slowly crawls off the lap of the baby and exits. In Held, the
illusion of the big baby cradling the sleeping mother is an ironic twist
on motherhood and the common need to be nurtured.