Lotus Bloom is a piece of visual poetry, a gentle ode to the feminine soul. Through the timeless symbol of the lotus flowe, rising unstained from the mud, it evokes the purity, strength, and mystery rooted in a woman’s heart. In its stillness and grace, Lotus Bloom is a meditation on softness as power, on the sacred force of life that flows quietly, yet transforms everything.
Thanks to my friends for also letting me feature them (by order of appearance): @maclapessoa@koi_xuanthefish@va2rosa@hola.maggi@winnersnaps@seisai98
Made with Midjourney, Runway, Kling and @edenartlab
I have a thing with caves
the vaginas of Mother Earth.
I believe their deepest place is a cervix,
a portal between worlds.
I believe if you enter them
devotionally
as if you were entering a woman
they reveal secrets
vision
truth
as does a wise woman.
They are scary
and dark
like the womb of a woman
but if you stay a little longer
go in a little further
remain in the darkness that feels like a beast that might eat you up and shred you to pieces
you’ll find out
it is actually empty
quiet
still
the most peaceful place on earth.
Her sounds are your sounds
her fears are your fears
her revelations are also your own.
Caves only let you in as deep as you’re ready
like wise women.
You can go to the same cave twice,
and never find the same
and it has never stopped being scary
and it has never stopped being glory.
@infinitachebel took these of me in a cave without me knowing and I adore them :’)
serving tea at the opening of the Bombay Beach Biennale 2024, surrounded by my work Lemniscata - large size fabric prints of images created merging my photography and an abstract expressionist AI model trained by me - embroidered by hand. photos by my dear friend @catherineblaircarlson - @bombaybeachbiennale 2024 - at beloved Poetry House - thank you @officialreginav for holding space and carrying water #teaceremony #rituals #bombaybeach
Um campo floresce no deserto. Quatro geração de mãos que semeiam, cuidam e colhem cores. Flores que enfeitam os casamentos, as quinceañeras, os funerais de famílias da Califórnia ao Japão.
intimacy blooms
in quiet places
where skin meets stone,
when rain meets rock
in the scent of petrichor.
as water softens edges
ancient memories are renewed.
#35mm #chapadadiamantina #intimacy
Estou lutando contra monstros que não posso tocar
Sinto os dedos tateando no escuro
objetos pontiagudos espetando a pele fina
Sei que logo raia o dia
e faz tantos anos que eu busco coisas que só o tempo pode me dar
me livrar de medos que só o tempo pode mudar
Meu ser eu destilo devagar
Olhos atentos ao fogo
Coração na penumbra volumosa de uma noite que se faz longa
Sei que estou chegando perto de onde preciso estar
mas não posso chegar sozinha nem insegura nem fraca nem triste nem em primeira pessoa do singular pois tudo isso alimenta os monstros.
E já nem sei se é sobre lutar
ou sobre pedir trégua, passar um café e me sentar na varanda, mirando o horizonte, na esperança inevitável dos arrebóis.
