My butterfly Madonna.
I scoped the Internet the other day for an image of the Madonna, Mary with butterfly wings. Couldn't find one. I even put in foreign languages.
Found a lot of pictures of Madonna the singer and all kinds of lovely images of Mary, but none with butterfly wings.
So I created this one, as a Thanksgiving exercise. The Madonna is in a shrine at Rigaud, Quebec.
I spent some time in the basement trying to find my grandmother's Mary that passed down to my aunt and when I got it 15 years ago, all cracked and such, I decorated her up in many colours.
I don't know where she is, tho.
The butterfly Madonna is meaningful to me, because when I was a tiny girl, about three, and going through a frightening time, I saw a giant yellow Monarch butterly on the fence and it spoke to me, saying everything will be all right.
I lived in farm country, lots of milkweed. Lots of grasshoppers, too if I recall. Rememer them?
Not all that far from where this Madonna is today. Just down the river. She could fly there.
That's how I recall it, anyway.
I didn't have TV in those days and I didn't get read to a lot, so I don't know how this came to me, but it did.
Anyway, I want this image on the web, so I write about it here on a website about the suffragists.