Elemental Gratitude: Earth
Elemental Gratitude: A series of 4 triptychs, Air, Water, Fire & Earth. Acrylic, mixed media on canvas.
Earth, Our Body: A Song of Gratitude"
This painting reminding us to remember what matters most on our sacred planet.
Panel I. "The Core's Deep Knowing" in Earth's ancient belly, Where magma whispers secrets to stone, Where roots weave stories into soil— We remember our first home. Through portals of primordial memory, Through veins of gold and crystal dreams, The pulse of life still echoes: We were never separate, Never alone.
Panel 2. "Listen"— In the burning away of what was, In the sacred destruction that clears the path, Pachamama speaks in flames and ash. Each step upon her body, a prayer; Each breath, a blessing returned. Through the wisdom in rocks, Through the stories in roots, Through water's endless song— We learn again to listen.
Panel 3. "The Blooms of Gratitude": No more the tale of separation, No more the myth of fall from grace— Here, beneath the blue sphere of belonging, A new genesis takes root. Look how truth blooms in pink petals, How love springs eternal in yellow bursts, How healing rises green and golden From soil made rich with remembrance.
Mi Madre, Mi Amor— Every flower a thank you, Every leaf a love letter, Every sprout a surrender To the wisdom that flows Through Earth's body, Through our body, Through all bodies made holy by gratitude's touch.
This is how we begin again: Not through knowledge that divides, But through love that unites, Through gratitude that transforms Every wound to wonder, Every ending to opening, Every moment
Elemental Gratitude: A series of 4 triptychs, Air, Water, Fire & Earth. Acrylic, mixed media on canvas.
Earth, Our Body: A Song of Gratitude"
This painting reminding us to remember what matters most on our sacred planet.
Panel I. "The Core's Deep Knowing" in Earth's ancient belly, Where magma whispers secrets to stone, Where roots weave stories into soil— We remember our first home. Through portals of primordial memory, Through veins of gold and crystal dreams, The pulse of life still echoes: We were never separate, Never alone.
Panel 2. "Listen"— In the burning away of what was, In the sacred destruction that clears the path, Pachamama speaks in flames and ash. Each step upon her body, a prayer; Each breath, a blessing returned. Through the wisdom in rocks, Through the stories in roots, Through water's endless song— We learn again to listen.
Panel 3. "The Blooms of Gratitude": No more the tale of separation, No more the myth of fall from grace— Here, beneath the blue sphere of belonging, A new genesis takes root. Look how truth blooms in pink petals, How love springs eternal in yellow bursts, How healing rises green and golden From soil made rich with remembrance.
Mi Madre, Mi Amor— Every flower a thank you, Every leaf a love letter, Every sprout a surrender To the wisdom that flows Through Earth's body, Through our body, Through all bodies made holy by gratitude's touch.
This is how we begin again: Not through knowledge that divides, But through love that unites, Through gratitude that transforms Every wound to wonder, Every ending to opening, Every moment
Elemental Gratitude: A series of 4 triptychs, Air, Water, Fire & Earth. Acrylic, mixed media on canvas.
Earth, Our Body: A Song of Gratitude"
This painting reminding us to remember what matters most on our sacred planet.
Panel I. "The Core's Deep Knowing" in Earth's ancient belly, Where magma whispers secrets to stone, Where roots weave stories into soil— We remember our first home. Through portals of primordial memory, Through veins of gold and crystal dreams, The pulse of life still echoes: We were never separate, Never alone.
Panel 2. "Listen"— In the burning away of what was, In the sacred destruction that clears the path, Pachamama speaks in flames and ash. Each step upon her body, a prayer; Each breath, a blessing returned. Through the wisdom in rocks, Through the stories in roots, Through water's endless song— We learn again to listen.
Panel 3. "The Blooms of Gratitude": No more the tale of separation, No more the myth of fall from grace— Here, beneath the blue sphere of belonging, A new genesis takes root. Look how truth blooms in pink petals, How love springs eternal in yellow bursts, How healing rises green and golden From soil made rich with remembrance.
Mi Madre, Mi Amor— Every flower a thank you, Every leaf a love letter, Every sprout a surrender To the wisdom that flows Through Earth's body, Through our body, Through all bodies made holy by gratitude's touch.
This is how we begin again: Not through knowledge that divides, But through love that unites, Through gratitude that transforms Every wound to wonder, Every ending to opening, Every moment