This was a drawing that highlights my deepest fears as well as a call to arms. Sometimes I am afraid that serial killers can see me. I don’t know why I have this fear but I do. While I am not a serial killer, I have sharpened instincts and am sensitive and sense other people very easily.
This drawing illuminates the fear I have, this fear of being seen by people with weapons, it is a deep fear inside. Yet on the back of one of the men, are tattooed angel wings.
I am afraid yet unafraid, being in my own seat of power. Psychologically it looks like I have a flute under my left arm, but I choose not to play it. It’s sounds remain hidden.
Sometimes we have an instinct within us, and it can be used for good, and not evil. And as the call to arms of men are seen, they too can choose to fight for good, rather than evil.
I was inspired to do this drawing by watching the television series Carnivale. I have always felt an affinity with the travelling life of a performer. In my earlier days I did travel quite a bit, and you never lose the sense of how comforting it is to live out of a suitcase. It always remains with you.
The characters from Carnivale take place in this drawing, a boy shown resurrecting a cat, a midget shown talking to a glowing ball of green light, a tarot card reader who sees the mirrors under the tent, and the prophecies that come with it. (From right to left)The wheels of life turning, the hidden paths and the magic cane, the branches that spread out across the mirror, life’s many possibilities.
On the top left hand corner shows the magician king, and on the right, the balanced towers of power illuminated by the sun.
The magician in us, and power in us has to be balanced by the sun. The world of the three suns illuminating each window. There is always light.
In this drawing the tarot card reader is blind, and linked to the earth is the magician king. the magician inside of us leads the way, it is not simply about having physical vision. We are led from the inside, not the other way around.
This drawing is one of my favourites. It shows a past lifetime in another world, and somehow the Archangel Michael connected, and resonated. In a sea of souls, conquering despair, and even the angel in the corner, alone can feel the light of the Archangel Michael’s sword. Angels move around the souls. People raise up their arms in hope, and the girl bows her head, in this moment, all is well.
Strange hermit with angels carolling on top of his hat, Had a symbolism of balance of light and dark, here he is present in the sky, with blue clouds and a serene surrounding. Maybe hermits are closer to heaven. who knows.
The angels appear to be in congregation as well, or discussing something, as the hermit holds his transparent cat, a symbolism for understanding secrets.
These strange bowler hat twins who are made of smoke serenely listen to some music from a gramaphone. a little mysterious black raven watches on. An angel reaches up while they are distracted by the music and turns a wheel, a red chord present in her other hand to turn time.
Definately a symbol of one trying to manipulate the slowness or quickness of time, a heavenly intervention by the angel changes things a bit
I love this drawing, it is not for sale. I love it that much. It shows a magician wearing a magenta cloak, which is a self portrait in a way. I own a burgundy cloak and I am a woman but the colour of the cloak in the picture represents some part of my soul.
The magician who could be male or female sits at the table, with a candle giving off bright white light and writes a story, or a scroll in a secret language. Light from the ceiling peeks in through a hole and shines down on the magician, almost illuminating him.
This is an image of self illumination to me, i treasure it.