In the Belly of the Dream
Title: In the Belly of the Dream
Materials: Obsidian, lapis lazuli, rhodonite, aquamarine, amber, beeswax, white crystal, etc.
Inspiration: Beneath the surface, time slows. Light bends. And in that sacred stillness, forms emerge — half-fish, half-memory, fully alive. In the Belly of the Dream invites us into an underwater realm where nothing is static, and everything is transformation.
Fish drift like thoughts, serpentine and sentient. Their bodies shimmer with stories — of depths reached, of truths submerged. A feminine figure rises not from the sea, but as the sea — fluid, fierce, unknowable. Aquamarine holds the energy of healing, obsidian swallows fear, and opal catches the in-between glow of unseen things. This painting is not of the sea. It is of the self — when the self lets go of form and becomes feeling.
Title: In the Belly of the Dream
Materials: Obsidian, lapis lazuli, rhodonite, aquamarine, amber, beeswax, white crystal, etc.
Inspiration: Beneath the surface, time slows. Light bends. And in that sacred stillness, forms emerge — half-fish, half-memory, fully alive. In the Belly of the Dream invites us into an underwater realm where nothing is static, and everything is transformation.
Fish drift like thoughts, serpentine and sentient. Their bodies shimmer with stories — of depths reached, of truths submerged. A feminine figure rises not from the sea, but as the sea — fluid, fierce, unknowable. Aquamarine holds the energy of healing, obsidian swallows fear, and opal catches the in-between glow of unseen things. This painting is not of the sea. It is of the self — when the self lets go of form and becomes feeling.
Title: In the Belly of the Dream
Materials: Obsidian, lapis lazuli, rhodonite, aquamarine, amber, beeswax, white crystal, etc.
Inspiration: Beneath the surface, time slows. Light bends. And in that sacred stillness, forms emerge — half-fish, half-memory, fully alive. In the Belly of the Dream invites us into an underwater realm where nothing is static, and everything is transformation.
Fish drift like thoughts, serpentine and sentient. Their bodies shimmer with stories — of depths reached, of truths submerged. A feminine figure rises not from the sea, but as the sea — fluid, fierce, unknowable. Aquamarine holds the energy of healing, obsidian swallows fear, and opal catches the in-between glow of unseen things. This painting is not of the sea. It is of the self — when the self lets go of form and becomes feeling.