This work is messy. The depth is messy. It takes you literally...everywhere.
No corner of your soul goes untouched.
No rock unturned.
No light not burned.
No ashes not inhaled.
This mysterious plane of the dark feminine is not for the faint of heart because it's so fucking undefinable.
And we live in a world that craves the definable. The solid. The consistent. The bullet-points. The conclusions. The summaries. The light. The simple.
I see Feminine work bow tied with a Masculine finish as a means of drawing the people in.
I get it. It works. People want to know what the outline is. What they can expect from an experience. I am drawn to that finish too.
But more and more ...over and over I am beginning to stand with the undefinable.
The gray space.
The extremes of potency.
The cycles of creation and destruction that happen second by second whether we are consciously aware of them or not.
More and more I stop pretending like this can be wrapped up in a pretty palatable, easy to swallow package for you. For myself.Read More