Surrealism Essay on Iteration 73: Apex Horizon

“The feminine is the matrix of creation. And yet we have forgotten, or been denied, the depths of this mystery, of how the divine light of the soul creates a body in the womb of a woman, and how the mother shares in this wonder, giving her own blood, her own body, to what will be born.”

“Our ecological devastation points to a culture that has forgotten the sacredness of the earth and the divine mother, as well as denied the feminine’s deep understanding of the wholeness and interconnectedness of all of life.”

-Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee

This painting depicts the Sacred Feminine in a desert scene encompassing day and night with holographic projections into the sky. As with much surrealism, this image is full of symbolism, so let’s take a closer look…

The area is desolate but one can see by the cracks in the ground that water was recently here. There is even a muddy saturation to the small area surrounding the feminine, suggesting that her mere presence has preserved what little is left of the life-giving water. She holds with her an icosahedron, which represents water, suspended inside it’s duel Platonic Solid, the dodecahedron which represents the ether, space, or cosmos. It alludes to the idea that our form of life is only possible on a planet that has water. She is laying on a woven blanket or perhaps it is shedding of skin.

There is a geometric anomaly hovering in the sky but it is much different from the orderly elements the feminine controls. It appears to be chaotically shifting and emitting primary color lights in random directions. These bands of light are what all visible color is made up of, but they are deconstructed and separated here. This enormous shifting mass appears much like the apex of a storm approaching on the horizon. The feminine is not indifferent to this.

The sacred geometry that interconnects all life is represented as a triangular lattice structure underlying her face. It seems to be disconnecting and peeling away from her, into the eye of the storm. The look in her eyes is sullen, heavy sorrow. She is morose with all the destruction and death that man has ravaged her fair land with, represented by the bobcat skull.

But there is some small glimmers of hope: She seems to have preserved one last piece of green plant life in a jar beside her, a perfect balance of masculine and feminine energy. Perhaps she will restart the life process once the storm has passed. One will also notice other harmonious geometries scattered around her. Specifically, there is an orgonite pyramid. Due to the fact that the elements contained in orgonite are constantly attracting and repelling energy, a “scrubbing” action takes place, and along with the charge that the crystal gives off, this cleans stagnant and negative energy, and brings it back to a healthy, vibrant state.

I interpret my art much like a spectator. I don’t know why I’m painting certain elements until a certain point, usually after it is completed, then it reveals its meaning to me. The more I dissect the imagery the more the story can change. I also enjoy incorporating other’s visions into my own.