Each time that I enter the studio and prepare to paint, I pause and look at my hands and say in prayer, "My hands, Your hands". This is also true when I prepare to write, and cook. That remembrance is honestly something that I am striving to hold at each and every moment. on the Origin of Matter, Mater and MotherWithin the origins of Eve's name are the whispers of multitudes of names and stories. A dictionary and thesaurus can paint words of understanding regarding the relation between matter, mater and mother. or... I could paint for you. If I could, I would whirl pigments into eddies and create you visible in energetic glow the matter and mother which embraces you If I could, I would layer incandescent hues to mirror the beauty of your muscle, skin and bone revealing the light my eyes holds you in If I could, I would gracefully trace the curve of your hips in the movement of fine sable brushes whispering of the worlds cradled within your form If I could, I would merge the shades of your soul with the rhythm of my hands giving voice to the map of stories on your skin If I could, I would bathe you in warmth and ardor, creating a sensation of bodily heat you would light the garden in your brilliance If I could, I would Glow In dedication, gratitude, remembrance and love to the Divine Feminine and the Garden of Eden that lives within each one of us. Shine ladies Shine. My hands, Your hands. In gratitude, love and art, ~Heather Glow / 20" x 16" / acrylic paint on canvas / 10.14.2017
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