i woke up a few days ago, aching to create. i hadn't touched a brush in months...and felt as though nearly every thread of my body was nearly begging me to. a few hours later, i found myself knocking on the door of charlotte’s little back house in venice, supplies spilling from my arms. she opened the it in an oversized, splattered flannel. "i need to paint." the words leapt from my throat. so, we did. for three days, we poured. fell into a collective trance...time melted into nothingness as we ate, slept, and breathed creation. lost in this eternal narnia...we learned to be free again. became barefoot children sprouting wings beneath lavender skies and scampering through the tendrils of our untethered imagination. cured the hunger to breathe life into something beyond myself. became intoxicated by ecstatic bliss of being alive. drinking in sunlight and climbing on rooftops to forage fruit from backyard trees. learned to starved our fears in the womb of fluidity. chasing colors, turning limbs to liquid. skin to canvas. swirled indigo oceans upon our legs and blended liquid gold with our fingertips. only a few words were exchanged between us. there was nothing to say. nothing to understand. then, she evolved...emerged before our eyes.
we took a breath.
watched in stillness for a while.
listening as the gentle hum of cricket heartbeats melted into dusk.
paint speckled skin bathed in luminosity touched by the strawberry solstice.
then...a name surfaced.
lucid kiss of eternity.
nurturer of a crystalline kingdom.
lilac origins reawakened by sacred whispers translated through our fingertips.
a birth of remembrance.
the ascension has begun.