Acrylic on Canvas, unframed.
There are some wonderful, large old trees I know of that have suffered fires and storms and floods but remain standing - some might consider them ugly but life can still find quiet solitude and peace in them in times of transition - just like the butterfly:
“How did you survive the storm?”
“I wrapped myself in well and good midst the doubt and fear – cocooned in rest from ugliness, I dreamt without a tear, ‘til Grateful found me changed and woke me from my sleep – to give from treasures that I bare, a Beauty that is deep.”