Shamanic - Deforge Art Studios
I Stand Under The Unblinking Moon
22"x28" acrylic I stand beneath the full white moon, the all seeing, unblinking eye in the sky. It takes in the truth of me without mercy. My past. My present. Nothing slips past its witnessing. Some nights I welcome that. Tonight I don’t. My antlers ache -they are part bone, part memory, and part warning. They refuse to let me forget who I was or what I’m becoming. They stretch towards the stars like something remembering its own magnitude, something I’m still too afraid to claim.<br>This snowy owl on my crown isn’t a companion. She’s the part of me, that never sleeps – the inner watcher, the one who sees too deeply. Even when I shut my own eyes, she stays alert, catching the truths I try to turn away from. The air is sharp, cold enough to carve honesty into my skin. It crackles with what I already know but don’t want to say aloud.<br>This serpent at my heart; he is not a guardian. He shifts against me, patient, deliberate. He is the part of me that coils around every lie I still cling to. Not to protect me, but to squeeze until those stories can’t breathe anymore. He waits for the next layer I’m willing to shed, the one I’ve been avoiding. I shed this skin, as my foremothers did.
The Guardians
16" x 20" mixed media, textured on stretched canvas upon wooden frame, ready to hang. *Original <br>'The Egret' a poem by Mary Oliver<br><br>"Every time, but one, the little fish and the green and spotted frogs know the egret's bamboo legs from the thin and polished reeds at the edge of the silky world of water. Then, in their last inch of time, they see, for an instant, the white froth of her shoulders, and the white scrolls of her belly, and the white flame of her head. What more can you say about such wild swimmers? ......"<br>
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