The Oracle Project
A year-long journey of painting light, shadow, and the truth within.
A year-long journey of painting light, shadow, and the truth within.
I am spending the next 12 months painting a 44-card oracle deck by hand. I am creating them using acrylics, gold leaf, and the messy, beautiful process of finding our inner guidance. The original paintings will be 9"x12" with a 1" white border and will not be for sale until the entire project is complete.
For a long time, her body learned to hold itself together.
Breath shallow. Shoulders tight. Warmth carefully rationed.
Then something softened.
Her head tipped back — not in defeat, but in remembering.
Inside her chest, a quiet glow appeared. Not loud. Not urgent.
Just present.
She didn’t rescue it.
She didn’t explain it.
She made space.
And in that space, the light learned how to stay.
The anger arrived as heat — in the jaw, the cheeks, the chest.
Demanding movement. Demanding truth.
When she stayed with it, something else appeared.
A core.
Contained. Luminous. Unborrowed.
From it, roots began to form — pressing downward, not away.
Anchoring into the body. Into the earth. Into what could finally be held.
This is not about release.
This is about integration.
Some forces burn.
Others ground.
There are moments when what lives inside can no longer remain quiet.
This image emerged from the recognition that anger is not always destructive, it can also be directional. When felt safely and without avoidance, anger becomes a messenger, illuminating what has been crossed, dismissed, or silenced. The figure here does not turn away from that intensity, but allows it to move through the body and into expression.
What begins as activation becomes clarity.
What once felt overwhelming becomes guiding.
In leaning toward what feels charged, we may discover that the force we feared was also a source of protection, pointing us back to the parts of ourselves that refuse to disappear.
She didn't know if she was sinking or arriving.
The water held no edges. Thought dissolved. Time softened. Everything she had been carrying became indistinguishable from the current.
She stopped fighting the direction.
And somewhere in that stillness, not above the surface, not below it, she found the part of her that could not drown.
It had been there the whole time. Quiet. Steady. Watching.
Feeling something fully is not the same as becoming it.
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