After I finished these two paintings on retreat.
After I released a lot of fear and pain.
After I performed an exorcism with my paintbrush.
This elephant goddess appeared to me in a very humble and touching way.
She's big, with a belly and saggy breasts.
She's naked and bare--but minus the vulnerability that was so present and aching in my first two paintings.
She's bowing in honor.
She brings an offering and a message.
She showers fruit from her crown.
She's solid. She's strong. She's soft. She's new life.
She was waiting for me outside the gates of the Underworld.
(But I think she was really there with me all the time.)
She's my guide. My angel. My ally.
And now she stands patiently in my studio--as I gently finish her and discover the magic she is here to deliver.