I chose the visage of my Bella to depict this contrary faery, for a number of reasons: the first being her spectacular, compelling eyes. Those eyes can say 'Come Forth' and 'Go Hither' at once and with veracity. The beauty of Banshee is lost only on her ~ it is apparent to anyone that dares sidle close enough to her fury. Bounteous curves of the Goddess and an ethnicity undefined, she is the counterpoint to what she identifies as Rue's "Princess Bride looks".
In this world of body distortion and the resulting eating disorders, and attacks on the feminine around this planet, the time has come for us all to hear the call of Banshee.
Meanwhile, at the Drawing Board...
Another 'adjustment' had to be made to this drawing. I had imagined the fruit metaphor in the text as apples, or pomegranates. No, I'm told. It is the brambles of raspberries.
Rue's lack of repulsion toward Banshee is the most offensive act.
How dare Rue show her compassion?!
He is also a cooperative model for the wings of Banshee, and her vividly pink bosom, in the final scenes of the story. Her feet are modeled after RuePaul's, as well.
I have to confess: at a certain point in illustrating this story, I had to skip to the end. I needed these jubilant pictures of Banshee and Rue to summon the inner stuff I need to draw the dark ones in the middle. Sunrise over Lake Michigan, and a nod to Botticelli's Venus, are just the tonic I need to work my way through the fear and anger in the climax of the book.
I love the exuberance of these. They help me, like Rue in the story, persist!
By this stage of the story, Rue is speaking on behalf of all that the Banshee represents: the Sacred Feminine, Herself!
Rue speaks of her daughter, Blue, and all children and people, male and female, that have sunk low in the degradation of the feminine.
We all need to lift our wings, each in our own flight, in order to soar as the spirits we are collectively.
In the face of Fury
Banshee, like so many of us, is caught in a trap of other people's attitudes and fears confining an defining her and her motivation, and is imprisoned by their prejudice that she has subsequently internalized.
When a belief is fragile, like those that have been thrust into us, and not sourced from our connection with Love/God, we are more apt to yell out in it's defense. If we holler loud enough, maybe we can convince ourselves of the truth of the lie. Banshee, as a book of Ruevelation, is unique for two reasons: It has a an addendum called 'A Letter to Only You', and a glossary. I am aware that the subject of misogyny is not pretty or comfortable, but I believe it is a subject that we need to face, with a FURY!
This is the first time I've tried to blog from my phone. I'm out at the House of Rue, and the snow is falling! It is so magical in this snow globe world. RuePaul is happily crunching away on his peanuts, oblivious to the challenges of maintaining this dream. My life is as illusionary as my faerie tales. In a blink, all the loveliness can go out like a bursting bubble. For now, there is a fire in the wood stove and coffee perculating in the pot. Today, I will continue to dream and draw.
The apples found their way back on the pages. The vision of Blue needed something to perch on.