As much as I love working with colors, its a total different headspace working with black and white and creating little eye tricks.
The process is always therapeutic & deeply satisfying and the art, close to my heart.
She is holding two spheres, each with a different perspective. She is inviting you to start looking at the world from different angles. She is reminding you that your reality is shaped by the sphere you’re looking at the world from.
She is a healer and is chanting a blessing with six feathers rotating along the six directions. A prayer to bring you home to yourself whenever you feel pulled in a thousand directions.
She is a leader. Determined. Steady. Principled. Intelligent and firm in loyalty. She is determined to arise greatness in you and inspire you to make sound and wise choices for your life.
She is a Master of many forms. She is as ruthless as she is compassionate. She is a mother and a warrior. A bird and a lion. She is both a pearl and a spear. She is here to remind you of all the ways you can be. All the roads you can travel without losing sight of home. All the ways you can be different but still the same.
She is a monarch. An heir from an ancient dynasty. Enigmatic, sharp and unapologetic. Assuming her duties and responsibilities with grace and strength.
She is here to remind you that sometimes fulfilling your duties can become a lifelong blessing with the right attitude.
She is a wizard. She holds a sphere of Yin and Yang to remind you that each above has a below.
Every light brings its shadow, and above all, both are integral parts of life. One can’t exist without the other.
She is high priestess. She wants to remind you of the real value of things and that our eyes can easily be mislead. She wants you to be wary of tricks that cloud your judgement and bring mistrust in your world. She is inviting you to see with your whole being, not just your eyes.
She has the heart of a Samurai. Honorable, courageous, loyal and compassionate when it’s sensible to be. She looks to the future and lives the present with a high level of self control and sense of duty.
She is a high priestess en devenir. Too soft all around, everyone says of her. They don’t think she can cut it. She is not worried at all about securing the spot. She is a Master in the arts of potions and venom. Let them underestimate her. She is not worried at all.
She is a brave and proud fighter. Body of a gazelle with panther like instincts. She is always training in harsh conditions and pushes herself to the limit. She knows she is destined to be a legendary warrior. She was made for battle.
She is a mother of three, pregnant with her fourth. She guards her home while her husband is away. Her heart aches with longing and uncertainty and she wishes that she could be all round and soft like the moon and illuminate the darkness of the world without having to get too close. However, that’s not her reality. She is on guard. If the darkness gets too close, she’ll have to get involved.
She is a scholar. far away from home. She would love to spend her life in a library, lost in manuscripts and scribbles. However, this means that she would need to live far away from everyone she loves. She is torn. She is going to write down every little detail of the faces she loves and of every tree that ever grew in her hometown. They will forever be immortalized this way.
She is a novice at a temple. She is lighting a candle to the gods of the temple. She heard that the gods provide visions and wishes to the most hardworking and worthy novices. She knows what she doesn’t want above all. She doesn’t want to be a novice at a temple! She wants to live her life unruly like a hawk, run away from conventions, marry and divorce a few men. She is planning on working hard to prove herself to her superiors, become worthy, earn the trust of the gods and get her wish.The irony of it all!
She is the daughter of a rich merchant at the edge of the desert. Pure and unspoiled. The rare pearl in all of his treasures. But even rare pearls have a price to secure strong alliances.
Tonight she will steal a horse and ride till she can’t feel her face. Her last night full of wilderness and freewill.