MOTHER IS WATCHING
TORCH OF MULLEIN & BEESWAX | LIT IN A SECRET CAVE
Regardless of how much we may know or may not know each other, the same forces brought us here. The same act, of two becoming one, through union. The same container has held us safely as we made our way earthside.
A cave, dark as night, filled with water. A water that remembers, salty as the sea. A water that is red, red, red. Red, as our mother's blood which has woven us into life, cell by cell.
RED POPPY | IMPRINTED POPPY LANGUAGES | PAINTING WITH EARTH & BLOOD | EGGS DYED WITH MADDER ROOT
RED has been speaking to me so much during this time, in ways that feel undeniable. Believe it or not, I was never really a huge fan of red - but I feel this color comes from somewhere much deeper than my own perception or taste. Like a language that is emerging from the Earth herself, asking to pay attention.
So I started paying attention - more and more… and much has been weaving itself into my life. The most effective way for me to integrate it has been through making art and ritual. In these ways, that conversation can have a ground to unfold and exist on. Becoming a little less abstract, a little more physical, more tangible. Also more adapted to the structure and pace of human existence. I appreciate this so much - as sometimes these conversations with the unseen can also feel a bit overwhelming.
ROSARY OFFERING/LEI MADE OF WILD CLAY, BABY POMEGRANATES & BABY ORANGES | MAY 2024
At the same time, this process is not just reflecting something personal. I feel very strongly that there is much more about this conversation that is becoming part of the collective experience - or should I say, being “unearthed”. A lot is being revealed right now. And while I could go on and on… I want to speak of the main character in this collective unearthing: THE MOTHER.
The Mother. The Mother.
The Mother.
RED PORTAL PAINTING | CLAY EGG RATTLE | HARDCARVED BRASS ANKH | EGG DYED WITH MADDER ROOT | MAY 2024
I am speaking of my Mother. Your Mother. OUR Mother. I am speaking of the archetypal force that we all KNOW has brought us here but whose stories and prayers were somehow buried in the ground for SO LONG, replaced by plentiful sky daddy stories, violence, oppression, extraction, confusion and detachment on so many layers.
She is coming up a lot now. She is pushing her way out of the rubble, dancing her way into the zeitgeist. If you know and follow my work since a while, you have probably already sensed how much I love Her.
This is HER time, and I couldn't be more thrilled.
A Composition of Red Rose | Words of the Mother | Goddess made of wild clay | Rosary of strung poppy seed heads | May 2024
All the oldest indigenous cultures, all the ancient stories and myths that have ever had the Mother at their center are coming to the surface, one after the other - because this is a critical time.
Now that the world is getting re-ordered, humanity is FINALLY starting to look at its navel and remember the whispers of the umbilical cord that connect us all to Her.
What I love about the Mother is that she is begging for thorough embodiment. She sure is happy to go mainstream again, after thousands of years of being silenced/appropriated/deleted - but let's not kid ourselves - she is not interested in becoming a new age trend.
The Mother has a bloody strong BULLSH*T radar. She not want us stuck in illusions. Her Love is way more fierce than that. She is asking us to look deeper at how we approach ALL OF LIFE. How we RELATE to all of life. To not forget where we come from, so that we can finally liberate ourselves and let go from the narratives of oppression that keep playing over and over within us (and then repeat themselves in our reality).
She is asking that we respect our own roots so that we can stop extracting from others.
She is asking us to honour our own paths, to find nourishment in them instead feeling sorry, thirsty and stuck in a loop of seeking (or dangerously imitating) what we see anybody else doing. She is asking us to remember WHAT SHE HAS GIVEN TO US. She is wanting to remind us that we have access to it, at all times. We are here as LOVE, and we are here to honour her, to make her proud.
Mother is watching. And Mother is asking us to remember what it means to be her children. To reclaim all the DEPTH, all of the KNOWING, all of the NURTURING LOVE that is naturally there and always has been.
Now is the time to embody this LOVE through everything we do. We shall certainly start with ourselves, but we also shall not forget: we are in this together.
The Mother is the Earth personified, speaking through our human flesh, our bones, our blood. The Mother is not abstract, detached or analytical like a brain on a stick.
OFFERINGS TO THE WATER WITH MY DEAR FRIEND OLGA
CRETE | MAY 2024
She is AS REAL as the ground below our feet - accessible, begging us to touch Her (and be touched by Her). To treat her with LOVE. To let this LOVE inspire our every action, every creation, every moment. Regardless of who is approving or disapproving. To do it all in Her honour.
To live as an offering to Her.
The Mother is in the waters, listening. Able to carry information across countless timelines. In this time of great despair, we can work with the waters. We can whisper our prayers and see what happens.
I consecrate the fruits of my work to The Mother, and will keep doing so. Thank you Mother for allowing me to feel your Love and transmit it in what I create.
Thank you Mother, for bringing us together, here and now.
Perhaps you will read these words and feel something pulsing in your belly. Follow that pulse, let it guide you. Let it shoot out of you like an all-embracing stream of Love. Let it spill into everything you do. It is needed.