The Amazon, The Phoenix and The Colour Purple

I created an imagery…something to always remind me of who I am, especially in those moments of fear, confusion, weariness and depression.

I Am

An Amazon. 

She fights. She fights for what she believes in and what she loves. She is not held back by her femininity or by standards…she simply keys into what she thinks is worth fighting for and fights for it. And where she has to, she will fight to death.

And then death.

What is death to a Phoenix but a phase in which it shine so bright that it bursts in crumbles of dust and ashes…ashes from which to be reborn to new life.

And what is life if it is not calm and stable like blue, yet fierce and stong like red. What is life if it is not royal and noble, filled with power and ambition, colored in creativity, pride, mystery, grandeur and wealth. What is life if it isn’t the magic of the colour Purple.