« Coming from under the earth or from some larger place, this extremely deep, almost transparent, universal, silent understanding. And that’s it, that is all»
This is a work in progress for an illustrated narrative. There is a field of primal energy.
An uncoiling seed of the suprasensient, wanting to bloom.
The serpent is real, the serpent is real
We were already there.
But as long as we return, it’s okay to wander
To whom has ever lost the seeds of eros, to whom is catching up with the golden flower
Silent Blooms
Ultra-Violet: the bee sight
Love expansion
The rainbow and the bows
Radiance and flares
Winks from the allies
Scriptures from Uruguay
Self-blame
pencil, acrylic and gold leaf on Japanese paper 31x41cm
The higher heart forgives, thymus
To the Golden Gate
First attempt
Immaculate
« Do you allow yourself to be tender »
The return of John
The realm of ideas dreams itself through the world
In-form, Swedish sky, ink on paper
Winks from the future
The third
Awakened to the wounds
Sliding the vertebrae
Divine humor
Anchor the folly
Thinking of Emma Kunz
The blue pearl
« Cranial plates migration »
« The 2 that are 1 and the 1 that is 2 »
The shaman pushes me and my kisses away. « Not yet. You are not purified yet. »
A tiger bites me to pieces.
A taste of Samadhi
It rises here
Northern wheels, Southern wheels
silk embroidered appliques on linen, 40 x 90cm
Illumination
On the way back
Pineal
Sacrum departure
Void I, photography
Void II, photography
Leaving the earth
« Kundalini »
She’d look like this, she probably looks like this
« spinal sweep »
Green light
Oversoul interference
Geometric triggers
Mother Superior
Hydrangeas, a snake, an eye, and a circle
M. M.
Psychic seeds holding hands
Salomon, pyramids, corpus christi
Winks from the past
Les anges de l’Apocalypse, embroidery with cochineal
Fear, Guilt, Shame, Grief
Whispers, embroidery and applique
Care for the sepulchre, embroidery
Water heavens, painting
Wander more
Pride and the karmic gate
Am I a fraud? Am I guilty?
A Russian firebird
Life times of trials and losses
Merge the scents of battles
Illuminated by the sweat
Of a shared endurance
As we find solace
In rays of silence
Who’s calling?
111/1111/555/222/444/999/333/55555
Mysterium tremendum
Abyss
Seed
Soul loss
« Abuse, harm, narcissusses »
« I don’t want to feel the pain, why should I feel the pain? »
Returning home
The light hits the vase for the will to possess
The treacherous cure of the powerless
Hiding the marks of an unconscious cloth
Built in each and every home
That was filled with sorrow
Tulips, tulips, tulips
Years of blooms