As a Leader of an Indigenous mob.
As a Mother from a maiden.
As Shelter from a pandemic.
She closes her eyes for a weary moment. Absorbs the moonlight into her skin, feels the wind from a flap of an owl wing. She is surrounded by elements of Earth, Air, Fire and Water because she is made of all those, plus one more…Spirit.
The rose connects her to her ancestry and the protea to the future’s rising sun.
The owl and little blue bee represent her child, the Son.
Acrylic, spray paint, and gold leaf on hand-stretched canvas.