Her face is a beautiful paradox both aged and ageless her presence, striking a wild fierceness tapered with sensuality and a hint of grace she nurses a swirling chaos internal gathered generationally through blood and bone the totality of feminine mysteries in a world that’s cracking and splitting a silliness of its own making this celestial role of mother, of guardian, of goddess craves consciousness not simply remembered as if but a dream needed desperately to restore natural rhythms of balance, connection of spirit and peace.
Painting / 91 X 91 cm / Acrylic on canvas