The butterfly who rides the light, the butterfly beloved by the holy Odgen, who sees all.
Fragile, ephemeral and naive, believes in the mercy of darkness; death is just another beginning.
The giant butterfly, my mother’s butterfly, who forgets the spells from her ancestors, but sees all.
She says: “the only and precious land of spirits, melting away, into an eternal summer. My child, there is no season for me to become me again.”My mother and grandmother, oil on canvas, 300x400cm, 2024, Hailar, Hulunbuir, Inner Mogolia, CN.