The Love of a Black Mother - Trinity Akins

I created this piece for my mother because she is the strongest woman I know. Several people assume that black women are weak and unresourceful. But my mother survived Death and came back to life to take care of us. Through our trials and tribulations, she has always supported my siblings and me. Every morning around 4 am, she wakes up and prays. She prays that my siblings and I will find our way in the world and praises God for blessing her with children. Each butterfly represents each child she had; the smallest butterfly in the right-hand corner died in a tragic accident at the hospital shortly after birth; his name is Gabriel.