THE STORY: For years I was resting within a cocoon and rebuilding my soul.
I read a quote that said; Nowhere inside a caterpillar does it know that it will become a butterfly. In that moment my cocoon began to disintegrate and the colours of my new wings began to emerge.
My mom died in her 40’s of ovarian cancer from asbestos in baby powder that was used on her as an infant. Truthfully, I thought she was sick and would get better. I was wrong and her death killed me too. Prior to this moment I could say I was creatively exploding with success, scholarships, awards and other high-lights such as photographing Elizabeth Taylor. I was on cloud nine and tapped into a creative power that was exciting and fun.
This painting began to emerge in 2008 – 14 years after my moms passing. The first 10 years were almost a right-off and I wondered many times if I was ever going to feel whole again. Gradually with therapy I began to feel the light and this painting was the first indication that my cocoon was about to disintegrate and a new Reine was about to emerge.