Mother Mary - 01
01 Mother Mary
I Delight In You Original SOLD/Prints Available

My dearest child...

I smile at the wonder of you,
for you have been created as a
glorious extension of God.
Laugh and play, and know
love surrounds you in all that you do.
Call on me and I will come to you
to remind you of my love
and your goodness.
You are a holy and beautiful child of God
in whom my heart delights.

Mother Mary

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Original Painting (unframed) SOLD 8" x 8" $300
on stretched canvas    
Giclee Fine Art Prints* (unframed) 8" x 8" $120
on stretched canvas 12" x 12" $160
  16" x 16" $200
  20" x 20" $250
  24" x 24" $300
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Painting Details

Acrylics on 8" x "8 Stretched Cotton Canvas. Painted, signed, numbered and gold leafed personally by Susan.

I chose a folk art style for my first painting of the 1000 series— mainly because my own earth mother, Barbara, was a folk art artist. I can still visualize her at her painting table with me standing near her side watching. Although I did not feel the urge to paint as a child, I watched my mother develop as an artist and go on to own her own craft store in the little town of Shelbyville, Tennessee—Miss B's Hive.

So, when I started the project of painting 1000 Mother Mary's in April of 2013 it seemed a natural fit to start with acrylics—after all, that is what my mother used. To be honest, I expected my first paintings to be nothing more than practice paintings. Little did I realize there must have been some latent talent hiding within. Or, perhaps, if Mother Mary asks you to do something for Her, then She will give you the ability to carry out the task. I believe that is the case.

Susan's Blog

I first met Mother Mary while on a visit to Medjugorje. It took traveling half-way around the world to find Mother Mary— and I wasn’t even looking. After all, it seemed we Protestants couldn’t decide how she fit into our spiritual lives, or even if.

For those of you not familiar with Medjugorje...

...Medjugorje is located in the former Yugoslavia. It is a small mountain village in the region of Bosnia, Herzegovina.

On the afternoon of June 24, 1981, two teenage girls, were returning home from a walk. Looking toward the hill called Crnica, Ivanka saw a bright silhouette of a woman. She said to Mirjana, "It is the Gospa!" (Our Lady).

On June 25, the two girls returned to the hill with four other young friends. A figure in white was calling them to come up the hill. The children were somehow transported in some mysterious way up the a beautiful Lady who called herself, the Queen of Peace.

Little did I know Mother Mary had already been calling to my heart. Perhaps because of my fundamentalist Christian background, it never occurred that she would be looking for me, and yet she was.

The cool morning Bosnian breeze gently blew hair across my face. Brushing it aside, I stared at the white marble statue of Medjugorje’s “Our Lady of Peace” and mumbled to myself, “Why am I here?”

Not knowing what else to do I decided to pray and meditate. Sitting in the silence of my mind I waited for the answer to come. Faintly hearing the cheerful chirping of birds filling the nearby trees, soft footsteps of devoted pilgrims surrounded me, each eager to feel “her” presence.

“You’ve invited Jesus into your heart, now you are going to invite me!” My eyes popped open, surprised to hear this audible, firm feminine voice. I giggled out loud realizing “She” had just spoken to “me.” Her presence flooded my senses with the immediate knowing “she” was “my” Mother. Even more surprising, her words were a proclamation as if I had no say in the matter. I accepted the proclaimation with no resistance, how could I refuse my Divine Mother’s love?