Beautiful and able, she looks back with a beautiful smirk. The creator and the annihilator. A nimbus cloud rising and pouring. She could sit on a city and the city would disappear. She claims man, his children, and his beasts. She could birth, annihilate, and birth them anew. A spell or a curse, perhaps both. Perhaps I’m spellbound; then a curse. Perhaps I am enchanted, only to be cursed. Or maybe I am freed from one as I see that beauty and the knowing smirk that graces the face of all things.

Meta-narrative

Perhaps it took a vulnerability of some sorts for something else to crack open my myopia and let the eye see beauty; a kind of sensual power. I had an impression that my work came from a place of free will. Yet I followed the leash and found myself part of a pack following Kaden. Trusting she knows the way to the Colony.

Kaden | January 2024
Mixed media | A122 × 122 cm |B152.4 x 50.8