When I graduated college and first had thoughts of launching my own "art business," I prayed rather fervantly that God would help me communicate His deeper truths in my art. I didn't want to just make something pretty to look at...but needed art to speak of more than just my fleeting thoughts and feelings.
The image was of a young girl, wind blowing through her hair, a slight sadness about her.
My Grandma raised butterflies. She'd find butterfly eggs on milkweed plants and raise them in jars in her apartment. Then she'd get everyone together and release them all at once. She was the one who first peaked my interest in them when she told me once that Monarchs migrate thousands of miles every year all the way to the much warmer Mexico. In fact, August is the month many of them will begin their Fall migration.
Not only did my Grandma collect butterfly eggs, but she collected almost everything else including music. She played the piano for decades and helped lead worship in the churches at which my Grandpa preached. My parents were trying to decide what to do with all of her old music when she passed. I couldn't stand the thought of it all being dumped in the trash, so I kept it.
Here, the sheets of music represent a feeling of emptiness...like she's turning into a puppet or an empty shell of her old self. And sometimes doesn't it feel like that? Do you notice how her arm turns into a puppet as the butterflies leave?
So much of my Grandma is in this drawing. I can't see it without thinking of her. But honestly, it's not meant to be a sad story. In fact, the poem concludes with this line:
"Sadness may linger in the wind, but it is taken, too,
to a warmer place inside her chest, to be stored until a new Spring brings them back."
Her hope is in the new Spring when she'll see her old friends again. Ours is in the new life that awaits us in heaven...a new life with God and all the ones we've lost who are waiting for us there.
The original has sold, but 9x12" prints are available in my shop here.