The Last Judgment

Oil on Canvas

36”x28”

Cultivated after the passing of my step father, who aspirated while fighting alcohol induced pancreatitis.

As if grieving for a loved one wasn’t harsh enough, my Father announced separation from people I called family for 15 years. All of this took place over 4 months after coming back home from my first solo international exploration throughout Central America, which totaled three months. The excitement I felt to be around those I loved so much was swiftly crushed, illuminating this aspect of truth: Life is indeed temporary, your quality of experience is dictated only by the patterns you decide to pursue.

This chapter guided me heavily to connection with source, embodying my authenticity, due to the fact that it was all I had to get me through crashing waves of grief and drastic change. When stress set me into a period of psychosis, enduring 2 months of disorder, which I have been able to transmute into ideologies of growth. I spent my childhood with heavy psychosis episodes, recently being able to finally find liberation from fear, 16 years later. By removing aspects of disease, both physically from my vessel to spiritually, I have been able to turn years of terror into episodes that reground my faith. Promoting quality of life that brings me peace, serenity, and stillness.

Thank you Hades, for your kingdom has allowed for rebirth, where I am my most liberated. Release the chains of imprisonment, for only you have the key; ask for the strength of guidance, for only your hand can set you free.

Previous
Previous

Rugged Expectations

Next
Next

The Fall of Presephone