If I didn't challenge the hermit in me to follow a star once in awhile, I'm afraid I would be swallowed whole by a moss somewhere and love it. I would sprout roots into a soil that is simultaneously our womb and our tomb. I would once again reach into a space closer to my inner hearth’s fire. However, I also yearn to turn over a new shell once in a while. I want to taste fresh nectar, walk through unknown doors and move through spaces I have not yet been to or maybe just not in a very, very long time.

Most of my expression draws from what I experience to be behind the elusive folds of our material world. Here, I'm both human and being. Here, I'm staring into a vast landscape of mirroring waters and deep glittering blackness.

Here, The Vulva serves as a guardian to a much more primordial source of origin.

*Illustration for the drawing challenge #starterpacknoai