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"Heartgate to Halcyon"

Under the light of the full moon I saw her. A goddess, taking up the entire night sky, stars adorning her like jewels, her face always obfuscated by the thin veils of clouds that passed by and glowed in the silver. It was as if her head was like looking at a hammerhead from below. That image haunted me for many years until now I am finally able to capture the experience in pigments.

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Paintings are channeled works that flow organically from the brush, crystallized concentrations of pigments slathered on wood and canvas.

Visions overloading the senses, dripping into each other, forming tastes you can hear, sounds you can see, paintings you can feel. Free flow taking form, a mystery unraveling, a truth being told.

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16x20" acrylic on cradled wood panel.

In these polarized times, two faces gaze into each other’s eyes in timeless eternity, searching high and low for the truth, the essence behind red and blue.

When I found them I was amazed and asked aloud, "Red and Blue, who are you?"

They rumbled, each in turn, "We are Calamity & Calm."

"Are you sisters?" I asked.

"Yes" said the red, "We're twins".

​A dissolution of duality, two sides of one cosmic coin. 


2020 || 24x36" oil on canvas.​

An image that came to me at a time of tremendous change in awareness of the power dynamic of the patriarchy.

Terrence McKenna speaks of the mushroom acting as a liaison to our Nature Mother, getting us back in touch with our truth and duality. We are so out of balance that we have defaulted to giving up power to men.

The bottom left corner is the busts of women blown out of proportion by society; you need a skinny waist, big boobs and a phat ass to be beautiful! Meanwhile, their heads are missing, an indicator of the loss of identity that has happened over hundreds and thousands of years.

In the bottom right  is a tortoise is one with her head back on, symbolizing the slow  and powerful process, but that the feminine and power identity IS returning. The goddess in everyone. Waiting patiently for us to step into our true power, to embrace all with love, and to nurture ourselves so we can nurture others.

A giant baby wearing a business suit with a church on his head, represents the toxic patriarchy/ church structure that has kept women out of power and thinking they are not capable. Meanwhile the main character, based on my beautiful divine friend Pam (@222pam222), is lost in a moment, realizing there was never a separation, she is the bridge directly to the divine. In her bouquet the shape of a womb, we see the pollinators; the bugs and the bees and the butterflies. 

The caterpillar and the chrysalis are symbolic of this transformation we are all undergoing collectively. Is darkness is just us in the cocoon? Will rise with wings spread and fly further than we even imagined? The choice is ours.

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Oil on canvas. 24x24"

Painted in 2020 as a symbol for the great metamorphosis in consciousness. The caterpillar must have an undying trust in the process of flying.

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