Showing posts with label Butterflies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Butterflies. Show all posts

Saturday, September 15, 2012

The Story Behind the Art


Girl on a Bench Sees Visions of Butterflies




   
     It’s a warm day near the end of August.  A little dark haired girl sits alone on a wooden bench looking straight ahead.  She peers silently out over her world, and into the future, where we stand watching her today.

     Her starched and pressed cotton dress is plaid, with a wide white collar that lays over her shoulders.  She patiently waits there in her  back yard for her cousins to arrive.  They are coming to celebrate her birthday. It is 1950. 

     We walk towards her and as we get near, she watches us carefully as she continues to smile.  Just above her head, we notice that she is sitting under the old deeply textured branches of the Black Walnut tree. It is the centerpiece of the back yard.

     Besides the tree, the little girl sits surrounded by fields of late summer flowers in full bloom. Queen Ann Lace and gentle  butterflies are mingling and floating casually among the lacey blossoms. The scene is still, frozen in a moment of time by a Brownie Box Camera. The photographer this day is her Mother. 

     This vintage photo of the little girl is   in very pale black and white.  It had been laminated long ago to the back of a small round pocket mirror. Her Mother had carried the mirror in her handbag. In her old age, the Mother had given the mirror to the little girl who was now a grandmother. The mirror had cracked in half at some time in the past, but the beautiful photograph was in perfect condition. This photograph was chosen to be the central image of the art work that would become _Girl on a Bench Sees Visions of Butterflies_ here on the wall of the gallery.

     It’s quite a small work of art. It is a personal and private scene.  The work measures approximately 12 inches, square.   



     The images on this art work have been hand worked, over top of a cotton fabric from the 1940s. The vintage fabric  is in Black and White, but much sharper and bolder than the photo of the little girl. Sharp, crisp white flowers and butterflies dance about on the surface of the ebony  black fabric background.

     There is a surprise burst of brilliant color on the black and white scene though.  Over the entire surface, brilliant hot red leaves and flowers are overlaid.  And, bursting forth from those slender and delicate stems, are brilliant red red roses that have been carved out of red coral gem stones. Bouquets of these red coral roses are waiting to be gathered, it seems. Yet, they will forever bloom there, regardless of the passing seasons in this world that is suspended forever outside of time itself.

     The joyful old fashioned  roses circle around, intertwining with the  photo of the girl on the bench. And, the circle of the mirror  has been surrounded by layers of delicate and glistening  Japanese seed beads. They have been patiently worked, layer upon layer, by the artist who was once the little girl in the photo.  The glass beads are so small and they capture the light from all directions. This makes the little girl in the photo seem to shimmer in her round space in the center of the picture, and gives it an unreal appearance. It is  seems like we  have entered into a dream world or a vision.

     Throughout the picture on the gallery wall, is a myriad of other flower shapes made from Mother-of-Pearl, and natural gemstones. In this small space we can see visions of earth and sky as we enter into the moment of time when the little girl sat patiently waiting for her birthday party to begin.

     I created the  art work
 Girl on a Bench Sees Visions of Butterflies 
 from a piece of 1940s printed fabric.  I chose  a  vintage reproduction  print fabric for this work because that is when I would have been a young girl. I was born in 1943. This  nostalgic fabric became the structure on which I  began creating a story of a childhood memory - a moment in time that brings the viewer into the world I lived in as a child. It’s a snapshot of a long ago summer day - flowers, butterflies. 

     After meticulously working the entire surface of this fabric with gemstones and beads, I began to work a beaded serpentine spiral around the border of the square.  The spiral travels around all four sides of the art work. It has been surrounded by layers of red, white, and black beads that go in and out on the front and back of the surface.  The edge work holds the front of the work to the back fabric. The back fabric is also a 1940s print, in brilliant lipstick  red. On the red surface there are   bursts of white flowers that look like shooting stars coming from the black center of each flower.

     Once this piece was finished I had to think about how it would be presented on a gallery  wall. How would it hang?  I took a walk in the woods and found just the perfect size of twig and the idea came to me that the piece would hang from a twig, suspended in space. To finish the piece, I made some loops from the same Japanese seed beads that I had used in the picture – and these loops hold the fabric piece to the branch that hangs above it.

Once the beaded and layered fabric was attached to the twig
Girl on the Bench Sees Visions of Butterflies 
was now complete. 

This fiber work has been selected to appear in the Hoyt Mid Atlantic Exhibition.  It will open to the public on October 9th and be on display there until November  2, 2012.


Hoyt Art Center, 124 E. Leasure Avenue, New Castle, PA, 16101



Friday, June 1, 2012

Butterflies Bring Healing

Butterflies


Large Crimson RED Butterflies in January...



Today is June 1st. We are fully into the Spring Season now.
Spring time here in Pennsylvania  brings with it a myriad of flowers. They  begin to scatter over the meadows and fields and along the roadsides, 

I remember one special day in January 2008 when I watched  two butterflies playing in the stillness of an afternoon. 
But, it was not spring time. 
There were no flowers. 
It  was not over a field or meadow.

When I see a butterfly it brings back a memory for me.

It was 4 1/2 years ago, and I had just lost most of my sight. I had not yet had any help, and did not yet know about technologies that would help me, nor did I yet know of rehabilitation for the blind. I had no white cane, and no way of doing just about anything I had done just a couple months before. Overnight, my entire life was transformed into something that was new and unexpected. I could not use the elevator because I could not see the buttons to press, or know what floor it had landed on. Simple things like that, we took for granted, but those simple things were now a mystery to me.

It was at this very time that my second daughter, Heidi Melinda, was diagnosed with ovarian cancer. Now, I stood at her bedside in the IC unit in a Pittsburgh, PA hospital. Her surgery to remove the tumor that had spread to a stage 3C cancer was completed a few days before. But nothing had gone well, and within a couple of days she was near death. They had put her in an induced coma to try to give her sick lungs the opportunity to begin to heal.
Day after day, it was one step down after another.

Even though I could not see very much, I was staying at the hospital day and night. I could find my way from the waiting room, to the bathroom, and to my daughter's room. I slept for short periods during the night, sitting in a chair in the waiting room of the IC unit. Then, I would walk back to her room, to sit by her bedside.

She was kept in a coma for over 2 weeks. Nurses and doctors were at her side or directly outside her room working on the monitors and computers continuously, monitoring her, searching for the right mix of drugs to help her. We waited there in limbo as the days went by. There was nothing we could do but pray and wait. Family members came and went, all helpless.

One afternoon I sat in the chair at the bottom of her bed with my eyes focused on her laying there with tubes and apparatus all over her body. The hospital staff had named Heidi, The Sleeping Princess. On this afternoon, the Sleeping Princess had two unexpected visitors. They did not come in through the door.

As I watched Heidi, two enormous butterflies were there. They emerged from the base of her feet and they flew back and forth, playing with each other as butterflies do when you see them in a field. The two butterflies were a deep red crimson and they were the size of my hand. They were bright and very large. As I watched them, it was the most normal scene I could ever have seen. Heidi's body was the field over which they were zig-zagging back and forth over as they moved towards her head. It seemd like I watched them for quite awhile, but I believe it was probably only seconds. It was like an eternal moment, when time did not exist, and I had been a witness to timelessness.

The butterflies made themselves visable to me. They gave me new hope for my daughter. I knew they were the Holy Spirit, made visable.  I recognized that the Holy Spirit had come to visit the Sleeping Princess that afternoon and that this would be the afternoon when Heidi would begin to recover. I was assured at that moment when I saw this vision that my daughter would heal and that she had experienced a miracle.



Today, Heidi remains free of ovarian cancer, even though the tests done in surgery had shown that the cancer cells were throughout her entire body. She undergoes tests and scans all the time in Pittsburgh. She has an entourage of doctors who are keeping a close watch on her. She has side effects from her surgery and her long recovery time. Her body remembers the trauma, and her body is still responding to it. Our bodies carry memories, and those memories in the entire body continue to have a response to the trauma it went through.

         Heidi with one of her art works, May 2012


Heidi is an artist who has a studio on a mountain top, in the woods of Pennsylvania. She actively works at her art, and is in exhibitions including an international invitation one that her work is in right now.

Shortly after she recovered,  she organized The Sleeping Princess Team with her friends. The team raises money for the Ovarian Cancer Coalition of Pittsburgh. This is the fifth year that the team and Heidi's family will walk with her at the Walk to Break the Silence in the fall.  Our little team has been able to raise over $20,000. in funds to contribute to the cause.

Heidi wearing her SURVIVOR T-Shirt - Sept. 2011


Yes, butterflies are harbingers of renewal and transformation, and healing. 

They are a reflection of the Creator.
Butterflies come to bring us joy and healing.

Like God, they are right on time! Every time!