12/11/2025
I have written about this before but it bears repeating: There are moments when the deep ache for something more becomes unbearable. Maybe it’s just the current darkness, or that we’ve let our own magic falter; perhaps we’ve gotten away from the heart of love and real life has soiled our good intentions.
And it’s no secret - the collective consciousness in the current zeitgeist is brutal.
So we long.
Not for more to *do*, or achieve, or prove, but for more soul. More truth. More love that doesn’t ask us to shrink first. I have felt that ache a lot, like an ancient bell tolling just beyond the veil.
The veil between this world and the other, the unseen, the numinous, the mothering vastness, is thinning. Maybe you feel it too. A quiet discontent with the hardened logic of this world. A holy yearning to return to what’s real. Not performative real. But eternal real. Love real.
It’s this kind of thought and mindset (soulset?) that I take to the easel, because it’s often too ephemeral to try to write into words. One newer work,”Sanctum (Parting the Veils)” is my offering into that current. Because I kept waking up with good intentions, but then putting the work off for this reason or that. Work like gratitude and journaling. Affirmations. Prayers. And I thought what single thing could I put on the altar just to remind me of my place in this?
The thing is, we *are* the magic. And it is up to us to part the veils of Avalon, to seek the Love that we are so hungry for.
It is for the ones who are ready to remember.
To remember the arms that have always held us.
To remember that the Mother is not a myth. She is a presence. A force. A love that precedes and outlasts every structure we’ve tried to build without her. And she is veiled and longs to be sought.
The painting is a totem, and a prayer.
It draws from ancestral memories and stories like “The Mists of Avalon”, where the mist parts and something ancient, sacred, and still alive begins to glow again.
But it is not just a legend. This is now.
The world is changing. And with it, the veils are lifting.
What was hidden is returning.
The feminine divine, the creatrix who made us, who mourns with us, who delights in our existence, is calling us back.
Not with thunder. But with tenderness.
Not with fear. But with fierce compassion.
She longs for a relationship with us as much as we long for one with her.
If you’ve been tired, heavy, disillusioned, come sit here a while. Let the art speak to the part of you that still believes in beauty.
Still trusts that there is a deeper order than chaos.
Still wants to be held by something older than time.
Let the veil fall away. With arms wide open.
She’s still here.
She never left.
(If you’ve walked the mists, or if you’ve felt Her near, I’d love to hear what you see in this work. Share it. Speak it. Let it be remembered.)
“Sanctum (Parting the Veils)”
Mixed Media
2025
Limited Prints:
Altar Art - 4X6 Gallery Print: https://shewhoisart.etsy.com/listing/4311179757
Matted & Signed 8X10 Gallery Print: https://shewhoisart.etsy.com/listing/4311190576
