a little story time about that time my own painting blew my mind, humbled me, opened my eyes, and taught me about the magic of art.

written as a sort of poem.  because linear time is a convenient illusion.

here goes.

FEATHER

there is a vibration to “truth” (that which has no opposite)

at the center of the labyrinth of mirrors

everything comes to a point

the tippy top of the sword 

of our lady MA*AT

who weighs your heart to be 

lighter than a feather. 

there is a vibration to this 

that is oh so ethereal.  

complete acceptance.  nothing to oppose with.  no resistance.  no friction.  

she is a true rest rebel.  

this is what my painting was about.  i, the artist, only now understand this.  

at the time i had no idea why i made all the illogical choices i made when painting it.  i wasn’t setting out to make a point.  i had no idea what i was doing.  

i followed the impulses.  

i made the damn thing. 

and then i didn’t value it.  focused on things about it that i am not pleased with aesthetically.  

let me ego get involved.  “why didn’t i just draw a proper tree branch?” 

in the making of it, i followed the breadcrumbs of inspiration and had no idea why the red hands made an appearance.  i had no (conscious) idea about a lot of things.  

i was too chicken to just come out and say it,  so i wrote some bullshit description under it on my website.  cause how can i say i don’t know?  when i’m the fucking artist.  

(and i just kind of assumed she had to do with my journey of freeing myself from the prison of my old beliefs)

but that is exactly the selling point - the actual value of this art is way beyond any egoic identity of the artist.  

even i, as the artist, can honestly say that this piece did a magickal number on me.  surprising.  delightful. awe. wonder.

three years later, a mystery school, a couple of mushroom journeys spent taking her all in.  listening.  conversing.  opening up to her.  

and she is spilling her secrets.  

rest rebel is the mother herself. earth. womb. death.  utter surrender.  the void.  teeming with all of life.  the feminine principle.  goddess.  

that place where you meet yourself with complete acceptance and dream the world into being.  

your heart in the balance and found lighter than a feather.  

and the wildest most beautiful thing about art?

is that she could say something completely different to you.  

letting you in on the mysteries.

slowly and sensually baptizing you in her secrets 

as you lay or perhaps kneel in front of her drinking in her ethereal beauty.  

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she came to life with many many layers of paint, oil pastels, found, torn, burned, dyed, stitched, and rust dyed papers, and little bits of magic i tucked between the layers. ⁣
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36”x48” gallery wrapped canvas, ready to hang. it would also look lovely framed..

initialed on the front. signed, titled and dated on the reverse.

the piece will be packaged with care and shipped securely via USPS. i ship 24-48 hours from purchase during business days. you will receive a tracking number.

thank you for taking an interest in my art! i will happily answer any questions and requests for custom work.⁣