Pre-Menstrual Princess Blues

Our Lady of the Precious Blood

Menstruation.

Period. Cycle. That time of the month. Aunt Flow. Have the painters in. Crimson tide. On the rag. Shark week. A 2016 study conducted by the International Women’s Health Coalition found that there are more than 5000 slang terms or euphemisms for the word ‘period’.

I’ve experienced this myself when training for my black belt and was asked to use the word ‘Medusa’ instead of saying I was on my period and would refrain from certain training. I kid you not. I refused to comply or ask any of the women I trained with to do so.

I decided to do this a bit off centered or ‘slightly off’ as I often feel that way when having an aggressive cycle. The extended decorative halo is rough an uneven but still draws attention to her glory! Her halo is an unfurled tampon, a triumphant open flower of womanhood. It symbolizes the fact that menstrual products are often taxable as a ‘luxury item’ rather than a necessity.

She wears armor to shield others from being ‘unclean’. An X is over her mouth to prevent her from speaking about her period, as that would be ‘offensive’ and ‘rude’.

On her right is the full moon looking with disdain at being associated with a woman’s time of hysteria. On her left are the icons of Christianity, Judaism and Islam, 3 religions that have looked at women as filthy, frenzied subordinates because of the nature of their bodies.

In her left hand she holds a toad. In medieval times, the church considered menstruation a reminder of ‘Eve’s original sin’ and so did not make pain relief readily available to women in need. Ingesting powdered toad to relieve cramps and heavy flow was totally acceptable though…

In her right hand she clutches lavender, which was often used to mask the smell of blood that some found distasteful. Both flowers and toad ashes were often worn in pouches around the neck to discretely dispel odor, but Our Lady wears it right out front-so that those offended can be reminded it is their shame that makes them uncomfortable-not hers.

I can barely ‘contain’ myself.

Back in January I broke my hand. It still hasn’t healed 100% and I don’t have full use. As an artist I was devastated. I admit it is still hard for me to move forward with confidence. But with the help of some very dedicated friends, I’m trying.

Current works in progress-living in the PNW I am inspired by the landscape-the mountains, the water, the  earth. To honor the gifts around me and my journey through them, I am working on a series of pots and planters. Here is the first completed piece! 

Mountain bowl with branch handle.

“OMG Becky…”

Our Lady of Maternal Judgement
I’ve been on both sides of this ugly issue…
I can answer why I did it. Fear. Pure and simple. Exhausted, monkey brain fear. Fear that in that moment I wasn’t a good enough mother, wife, woman. Fear that if I didn’t condemn first, I would be condemned. Fear that another mom might know something I didn’t. Fear that another woman might be more confident in her motherhood and womanhood than I was.
Boredom. Anger. Exhaustion. Fear. Jealousy… I’m sorry. Moms, I need you. We need each other. It will only get better if we care for ourselves and SEE ourselves in others.
Here in our exhausted Lady. Hair up, surrounded by her halo of crayon, lovingly scribbled.
On either side she is reminded by the struggle of her choices-the education of her children or her income. In her hands she bravely displays the tools of her trade-her cell phone and her double latte.
Her comfortable green robes are the color of renewal, though she has been wearing them for days.
Across her chest she bears her child outward to face the world with and because of her. His heart is big and new. He waves at us happily, almost brushing his halo of tiny Goldfish, which he has to have in the car or he screams. And he makes a mess and it’s a royal pain the ass to get those damn crumbs out from in between the seats anyway. And have you seen Brenda’s car? Does she EVER clean it?
Its like a zoo in there. I don’t know how the kids don’t have typhus or something…

I Wish a Bitch Would…

Our Lady of Subdued Domesticity

One in three female homicide victims is killed by an intimate partner. Twenty-four percent of adult women have been physically assaulted by a partner at some time in their lives. Every 9 seconds in the US a woman is assaulted or beaten. In my original sketches, Our Lady looked more the victim-bruised, timid, silent. But I decided to take another direction, a triumphant one. Our Lady’s halo is the laurel wreath of victory and honor. Her survival is her dominion. Next to her is the sigil for justice and accountability. She is armed. Will justice come by her own hand? She wears vibrant robes do be seen, not to hide. In one hand she is armed with a Thyrus, wands suggesting uninhibited pleasure. The wands were reputedly tipped with poison. And she WILL defend herself. Do not be charmed by the ‘feminine’ pink ribbon… In her other hand is a shield. On the outer edge repeats the word ‘MINE’. Our bodies, our minds, our spirits are our own. On the front of the shield is the Imperial Orb of Victory in purple, the color of Domestic Violence Awareness. Her self-love and perseverance will grant her ascension. She is not defined by what was done.

Armed with Knowledge







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Our Lady of Enlightenment
Obviously, Malala had an influence on this. Lack of funds, untrained teachers, no classroom, lack of materials, distance from home to school… There is a global education crisis. There always has been, especially for females. Gender is one of the biggest reasons why children are denied an education. Even with recent advances in girls’ education, a generation has been left behind. Over 132 million young women around the world are not currently enrolled in school. Our Lady’s halo is a series of measured concentric circles-education spreading outward. She holds in her hands the Golden Rule(r). ALL should be equally educated. To her right is a graduation cap attached to money. Education in any form is costly. Her gaze turns to her right. The number 26. In the Universal Declaration of Human Rights, Article 26 states the everyone shall have the right to education… She stands on a tower of books in her bare feet, conquering them. Carved into the board are the outlines of her shape as well as examples of basic schooling. Our desire for information and education is deep and penetrating. It will not be erased. 
 

Need Not Apply…

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Our Lady of the Wage Gap

Is the wage gap for real, or are women who chose to have children choosing lower paying and less high-profile careers in exchange for more flexibility in the workplace? Or both?

There is a wage gap between men and women AND an opportunity gap. Over the course of their career, men move into higher level roles at significantly higher rates than women. Women are often poorly represented at higher levels of the talent pipeline. The most significant cause is the gap in career progress due to family caretaking.

Our Lady is white, blonde haired and blue eyed, Traditional American traits that should take her right to the top! If she were male. Look! She’s even got the power suit. Doesn’t that count?

Her halo is the ‘glass ceiling’, which she has put quite a crack in.

Her left fist is bold over her heart, nestled in a cog, reminiscent of common worker’s rights symbols. She is prepared to give her all and do her best.

She turns her head away from the painful reminder that she earns less than her male counterparts to look lovingly at her male child, who could grow up to earn more than she does.

Her child holds her degree as if it were his. Both are equally tied to her career path.

How Old are You Now?

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Our Lady of the Grey

I’ll admit, this one hits a personal nerve. I am one of those women who was subjected to assumptions about whether my family obligations interfered with my commitment to work. I know many women who shifted thriving careers to focus on family and when they were ready to rejoin the workforce, their careers stalled and in some cases compensation didn’t even match what they started with and progress stalled by a reduced tolerance for aging women at work.

Women are outliving men but are being forced out of the workplace earlier. These generalizations often take the form of stereotypes with the older women traditionally seen as inactive, unhealthy, asexual, and ineffective.

Here Our Lady is seen as both her younger and older self. For better or worse, we often do not embody ‘correct’ examples of our age as others may perceive it.

Ecclesiastes in the Bible, an almond tree is used as a symbol of age, and so almond branches in various stages of bloom are her halo.

On either side are stages of the Goddess archetype. The blooming rose and waxing moon on the left, the crown of wisdom and waning moon on the right.

Her face and hair show both youth and experience-exuberance and trial.

Her younger side wears bright pink. Her older side, red or an ‘older’ pink.

The Maiden side holds a mirror facing outward. She is concerned with her own appearance and how she is perceived. The Crone carries a shepherd’s crook. It is a staff she can lean on and a symbol of ‘caretaker’ status. Note that the top is a question mark, representing a position she may have been put in that she did not want for herself.

Hate gets you laid!

I’m not in a mentally stabile enough position to discuss this further than just posting what inspired this particular work….

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St. Stacy of the Incels

If hate could get you laid, then misogynists would rule the world! We do not ‘owe’ any one our bodies or our affection. We are not property to be bought, sold or traded. Love is not currency. St. Stacy is modeled after the ‘perfect woman’, Barbie. She wears the color of the Madonna, hiding her figure until the mantle purity. She guards her heart, the heart of all women. Although it has been wounded, pierced, it is still vibrant and full. It is hers to give. Her halo is stones. To remind us of those lost to ‘Honor Killings’. She is surrounded by ‘cherubim’. Infantile, not infants. They ridicule and taunt her out of fear, ignorance and resentment, and yet, like Barbie, she smiles on.

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Hard to chew. Tough to swallow.

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Patroness Against Human Commodity

I admit that the research on this one took a great toll on me. I have to daughters and night after night I read articles on the horrors of the sale of humans. Of girls. (I gave out A LOT of unsolicited hugs). To get myself through I turned to a woman of faith, St. Bakhita, who triumphed over her own slavery to dedicate herself to the service of God. Something that as a ‘high up on the food chain’, white woman with a great life, I am still too scared to do.

Modeled after Saint Josephine Bakhita, who was a victim of human trafficking. She became known as the ‘Black Mother’ and touched many lives with her faith. Close to her heart she wears a medal of the Blessed Mother, whom she was devoted to after her conversion.

Bakhita was not her birth name. It was a name given to her by one of her many slave owners. The name meant “lucky” or “fortunate one” and this is represented on her right. This is another abuse of mockery, perhaps, during horror as she suffered beatings, torture and sexual abuse from when she was first purchased, at the age of 8, hence the bar code on her left.

Bakhita was sold many times during her years of brutal slavery. One owner forced her through scarification and tattooing. This treatment consisted of deeply cut wounds into which salt was poured to produce permanent scarring. A total of 114 intricate patterns were cut into her breasts, belly and into her right arm.

Her halo honors her scars through the Morse Code symbols for ‘Help’-S.O.S.

Her hands support girls of many races as trafficking knows no bounds. These girls are pictured in pastel colors symbolizing youth and with traditional, pure halos and evidence ‘see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil’, due to the sad fact that there are still dark corners where the sale of women and girls is common and encouraged.

Our Lady of Impenetrable Sanity

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OUR LADY OF IMPENETERABLE SANITY

Modeled after St. Dymphna. After her mother died, Dymphna’s father went into a deep depression and became mentally unbalanced. Hid feelings for his daughter turned to lust and why Dymphna rejected him and fled, he hunted her down and had her beheaded.

Before her murder, she opened a clinic for the poor and sick and believed in working on mental as well as physical ills. In art she is portrayed as the ‘demon slayer’ as at that time most mental illness was deemed possession by demons and/or need for conversion.

In some older versions of her portraits, she is, seen with a sword pricking the neck of a demon; symbolizing her title of Demon Slayer.

Throughout history, women have been persecuted for there diminished coping skills and mental acuity. Hysteria is undoubtedly the first mental disorder attributable to women, described in the second millennium BC, and until Freud considered an exclusively female disease. Over 4000 years of history, this disease was considered from two perspectives: scientific and demonological. It was cured with herbs, sex or sexual abstinence, punished and purified with fire for its association with sorcery and finally, clinically studied as a disease and treated with innovative therapies.

Today we are still shamed an ostracized (even by ourselves), for the need to seek help, treatment or medication for mental illness, especially for working professionals and mothers where the need to constantly be ‘as good as or better than’ is the social norm.

In the painting, her halo is a gear, a ‘cog’. Mental health care is an industry and she is connected to it by her old-fashioned electro shock therapy conduits. Her crown rests on top. Her belief in herself her glory. An angel rests on one side. A devil on the other, representing the theory that mental illness can be explained away as the demonic. The severed neck of St. Dymphna is represented. The covering failing to hide it, as if removal of the head would solve all her problems. She is clad in blue, her attempt to cover herself in calm. She holds a book as if to shield herself and force us to look at it-the Diagnostic & Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders.