Maman Brigitte...

It was an extraordinarily blustery day—the wind was loud enough it woke me up. We bundled up in sweaters and scarves and set out to drop off a new batch works at the Little Shop gallery. It’s a beautiful brand new space full of a lush variety of works by local artists. I know the proprietoress, Suzanne, is concerned about the lack of traffic lately. I’m certain that business will pick up as the holidays approach. We’ve all noticed it—the TV keeps shouting economic disaster is descending upon us, so everyone is terrified to spend on art or other life enhancing goodies. Despite the impending doom, I am positive that interest will build and business will be bubbling as the weather gets chillier.

I was doodling in my studio a few days ago when I came across some old scribbled research notes I’d stashed away in a sketchbook. Among scrawls concerning the triple goddess aspects of Brigid I had written “Saint Brigit—incarnations: Saint Bride, Maman Brigitte…” I suddenly remembered Maman Brigitte, the spicy New Orleans Voodoo queen and decided I needed to create her portrait. Brigitte is the snarky foul mouthed Keeper of the Spirit World and fierce punisher of evil doers. With Halloween creeping closer she seemed an appropriate subject and I set to work on her pallid Day of the Dead face paint and a powdered pile of cobweb colored hair…
I'm not sure that she's finished, but I'm unsure of what to do. She'll be gaurding my work space until decide what details are missing.