Disciple of the Sun

Madeleine Butterfly's Daughter

Cardboard - 96 pages including paintings

Making the mysticism visible, its transparency, passion and open windows to worlds hidden from ordinary gaze, is Madeleine Fjärilsdotter's gift to our time. In her pictures and poems, her dreams and visions are reflected ... "like cosmic egg-hatching magic, a pregnant thought in motion ..."

Through this artistically beautiful book you can follow her sensual appearance, her hints and dancing desires, which open up streams of thought towards finitude. She shows the way to the art in you and in me and she is the secret of her own art.

- Disciple of the Sun -

I am a mirage.

a gilded signpost

under the open sky

to something

which is much larger

than myself

Votes about the book:

"Madde is very honest ... to her soul. She writes 'the heartbeat of the wild rose, a sign from a distant land'. It is very beautiful. At the Weaving School she couldn't shuttle until she had the picture ready with Japanese characters. Then she could shuttle by the yard."

Christina Rinaldo

"To share accommodation with the Queen of Water and dance the Pearl Tango by candlelight is wonderful."

"I am completely captivated by your shimmering art, filled with lyricism, I feel like I am floating with happiness and close to heaven. You are like an angel who spreads light and warmth around you. Your wonderful pictures."

"Madeleine"

You make me giggle so heavenly! Imagine having your life-affirming pictures on the wall and Mr. Di Leva streaming and glowing from the speakers … then everything must go like a dance! I made the purchase of a lifetime tonight, I will have "Pussgalna dim curtains ..." at home soon. I will take good care of it."

"You are simply floating free!"

"A bold poetry with strong images. Thanks to the artist with a twinkle in her eye!"

"I would love to step in and dance in many of your paintings."

"You are a sun in the universe. Good luck!"

"Beautiful! Like honey to my soul. Thank you!"

"On light butterfly wings we are transported into the world of fantasy and romance."

"Your finely tuned poetry blooms in your beautiful images, you become spellbound and you feel like you are close to heaven. You float yourself and make soul for the name."

"You have captured the essence of angels. Good luck!"

"Beautiful for the eye and the soul."

"Thank you for all the energy and joy that flows from the image and text!"

Excerpt from the book:

Prelude of a poetic color leaker

My workmate Anette and I signed up for a batik course for fun. Oh, how wonderful because here we really got to play with colors, wax, tie, dip and stir around in large dye baths … and we were so excited by these color orgies that we burst out laughing. Sometimes we even had to rush out of the course room when the giggles completely took over and the laughter could not be stopped!

A drop of untamed curiosity is dipped into a yellow bucket of half-crazy ideas and then ground together with a few bunches of green wild oats... which is finally laced with a little sky blue from the neighborhood of the blessed.

Thanks to the laughter, the creative child came to the surface, including in the form of handmade purple long underwear with a big bright green sun in the middle of the butt...

“We rode a Yes to Life wave. ”

Many t-shirts were dyed and also tablecloths, but the wildest thing was the long underwear and there were several of them...

Most of the women on the course were much older than us and smiled so much, because we were so close to laughing. At first we were in a group of women our own age, when we changed groups, we discovered that the older women were more content in some strange way… perhaps they had reached that point in life when nothing was taken for granted anymore and gratitude for the good things in life was more present.

Did we get them to ride the same Yes to Life wave as us?

- Mental growing pains -

eddy currents … in the form

of old moldy thoughts

creates chaos inside me

Trembling, I jerk up.

from my roots

anxiety is knocking

at my door

gets in

shares my everyday life

sleeping in my bed

haunts me

like the shadows at night

so often no one can visit me

without being my best friend

willow bud

willow bud