So,
Welcome everybody.
I would like to share with you all a little extract about my recent painting called Being.
I have written about Being on my Substack and Medium posts,
So you are more than welcome to read those.
But I'd like to take you on a little journey here about how the painting emerged.
So,
Here we go.
She did not escape the fire.
She became it.
In Sanskrit,
Agni does not ask permission to burn.
Agni is the sacred word for fire in Sanskrit.
And because Agni does not ask for this permission to burn,
She realised that she didn't need to ask for permission either.
And every door that was closed to her,
Every hand that held her down,
And every voice that said to her,
Smaller,
Quieter,
Became less.
All became smoke.
And the very oxygen that fed the flame of Agni.
This is the sacred science of Agni.
You see,
Nothing is destroyed in the sacred fire.
Because everything is transformed.
And here the painting rose as Being.
Not from the phoenix rising out of the ashes.
But as Agni itself.
A woman so fully ignited that any darkness simply had no more room in her life.
Look at her.
She's not warming herself at someone else's fire.
She's full.
She's standing at the altar of love.
She is the offering.
She is the flame.
She is Being.
All at once.
Not through a transcendence anymore.
Certainly not through ascension.
It has been a burning so complete unto herself that there was nothing more left to doubt.
Nothing left to hide.
And nothing left to become.
But Being.
A superluminal flow.
Of beauty and sovereignty.
Being is the destruction of everything that held her back and became her fuel.
The alchemy.
And Agni's sacred law states that nothing is ever destroyed.
But everything is transformed.
Into her arrival.
Into whole,
Full sovereignty.
Because the fire was always hers.
And it transcended her into the presence of Being that she always was.
Thank you.
