beyond the veil
36" x 24" / acrylic on canvas / sold
Beyond the Veil
Dream of the Deer who was a Woman who was a Goddess who was a Deer
I awake in the Dream, my eyes taking in their new surroundings. This is a land with no edges, no boundaries, no harshly imposed lines or definitions. There exists no distinction based upon an always present horizon line. Instead, the colors of the ground intermingle and mix with that of the sky, in a way that leaves the separation of the two almost indiscernible. Color blending and swirling, ethereal and magical. I am in a land where the veil is thin.
Then, as if she had always been there, a woman of immeasurable beauty stands before me. She is draped in layers of delicate veils and beautiful colors. My being was at peace and content in seeing her. In her arms she carries a bundle swaddled in the same otherworldly material that she herself wears. As she approaches it becomes clear that the wrappings of the bundle contain her precious child. Another beautiful, delicate and magical being with eyes that are large oval pools of deep sepia and velvet brown. The child is neither awake nor is sleeping and seems to be suspended in an inanimate state. The woman, who is a goddess, who is a woman, who is a deer, hands me the child and then removes a large book from underneath the veils that she wears.
“I wish to show you where I come from, my home.”
She opens the book to reveal images of a magical kingdom with a palace that I know is hers. The book is ancient and its edges are worn, but there is also the unusual presence of holes on the pages of the book. It is as if the book, and the world that she lives in are both deteriorating. When she finishes showing me the pages of her kingdom, she turns and recedes beyond vision into the deep and endless expanse of the Dream. I am left holding the child in a world without form.
Then, as if she had always been there, a woman of immeasurable beauty stands before me. She is draped in layers of delicate veils and beautiful colors. My being was at peace and content in seeing her. In her arms she carries a bundle swaddled in the same otherworldly material that she herself wears. As she approaches it becomes clear that the wrappings of the bundle contain her precious child. Another beautiful, delicate and magical being with eyes that are large oval pools of deep sepia and velvet brown. The child is neither awake nor is sleeping and seems to be suspended in an inanimate state. The woman, who is a goddess, who is a woman, who is a deer, hands me the child and then removes a large book from underneath the veils that she wears.
“I wish to show you where I come from, my home.”
She opens the book to reveal images of a magical kingdom with a palace that I know is hers. The book is ancient and its edges are worn, but there is also the unusual presence of holes on the pages of the book. It is as if the book, and the world that she lives in are both deteriorating. When she finishes showing me the pages of her kingdom, she turns and recedes beyond vision into the deep and endless expanse of the Dream. I am left holding the child in a world without form.
