The Primordial Void

In a time where the world feels like it is constantly falling apart, where my skin feels like it's growing with the expansion of the stars, I allow myself to pause in the void. I close my eyes to the light and enter into the boundless emptiness within my vessel. I realize that there's beauty here too. Beauty isn't just found in the bright lights and vibrant hues that echo through our eyes. There is a certain peace beyond the vision I hold, a peace buried so deeply beneath the soil that I've seemed to have lost even my sense of touch as I've been digging through the rocks and rubble of this abyss.

I assure you that it is possible to sort through this chaos of light, that the fire is a chance to burn away the suffocating shell. The flames tear apart what you thought you ought to be, and will grant you an opportunity to be born again.

I extend my hand to you, I whisper to close your eyes. I pull a string of hair from my head and I lasso the moon from the night sky. I scoop dust from her deepest crater and mix it into a glass. Drink her wisdom and it will illuminate the wisdom within you. Now, allow the compass of your spirit to guide you in this ocean of darkness.

Don't forget that all the light you will ever need throughout your journey is within you.

Spirit Anatomy, August 2025

Acrylic, Sweetgrass & Incense Ash

16" x 20"