GALLERY

17:57. Thursday, April 21. Awakened by the light.

Have you ever looked deep into your center, that light art exploded.

Starseeds. Children of light.

All eyes on me. The universe is within me.

I recognize that life is a dream and I dream lucid. I recognize that I am a spiritual being living a human experience on this earth.

في عيني اليمنى من الورد بستان، وفي عيني اليسرى عجاج السنيني

To my precious daughter, Lina.

Reincarnation and humanity.

It is always brighter in the other side. It is always greener on the other side. Look within, look underneath it all, and then you will glimpse into the divine beauty within you and surrounding you.

Rescued out of my darkness.

I cannot be part of the matrix anymore. Nor play a role in this capitalistic world. Illuminating the illusion of reality is my mission.

In total silence we find divine beauty. Just listen. Listen carefully; you will be able to hear the beauty surrounding you. It is every where within everyone. Look within.

In total silence we connect within. To our higher self, to our surroundings, to our objects that play a role in this divine art we produce.

In the dark I am the illumination. In the dark I face my shadows, I accept them and release them. There within, the light will follow my heart. Total gratitude and bliss will be fuilfiled.

In beautiful songs we find deep and pure love. Tap into that. It is absolutely divine.

Collective beings guiding her through the darkness onto the light of the source of it all. Look within.

From the dirt of nature we were risen, and to the dirt of nature we return.

This new moon, where Leo's gate portal in opening astronomically. It special to my heart. As it is set on the intention of infinite love and purity to all souls out-there seeking the light. May you all rise and be filled with love and purity. (Created on International Soul Art Day 28th July)

Awakened. Guided. Protected. Enlightened. Illuminated. All with the light of the source of it all.

Raw | Naked | Animalistic | Under Full-Moon| Ra One

This painting holds a special place within my heart. It is dedicated with all the passion and fire in it to the sunshine of my existence "my husband" as it was created in celebration of his birthday. Thank you my beloved objects, tree and other friends for mirroring your energy to create this beauty.

The Luck. The Guardians. The Light. The Love. The Unity of it All.

The story goes differently for everyone. The wounds and battles are different for everyone. Tests are different for each man and women. Yet I speak of the one women. I known her my whole life. I have struggled to understand her. I battled her wars and aided her wounds. I guided her through. I enlightened her through the darkness of her womb. Within her deepest darkness of her wounded soul. She found her light within. Will more wound fragile this warrior's soul. Or is it time for her to re-write the script of her path.

What are we made of. We all are created out of Air. Fire. Earth. Water. We were risen from dirt. Alchemized with fire and water. Breathing air through our veins. Oh how I wonder dear soul. How to connect it all. Tears to heal the body? How to connect to mother Gaia? Can she hear my whispers carried out through the wind. Oh how I tap into this ethereal realm that I find all my answers on this quest I seek.

The Lightning bolt struck. Amongst the clouds it was clear. To every soul perhaps. Birthing new life it comes. Zeus carried the news. From the sky he graced his blessing. Within the here and now. Frequencies carried through. To every soul perhaps. Or to those who speak the secret language. The ones who hold the key. Or perhaps; the ones who look between the lines of light and dark.

Olympian deity roaming in the Air. Mythological sensation outed its way through the strokes of the feathered friend. Thunder. Lightening. Rain. The Olympian field invited the one. She tripped her way through. Now she is back within the here and now. Will she soon be existing to a place within the mortal and the divine.

Signs and symbolism. What language do we speak. What is unspoken within sings. What is the story of Ra. What is real. What is a dream. Where is the ground holding this lifeboat.