Whisper of Worlds 1

Vertical, dark composition with a nude figure crowned by a swan head, perched on a red sphere; cool blues on the left counter warmer red orbs on the right to hold tension across the void.

The metamorphosis is intimate, almost devotional, a self held within a larger animal intelligence. The emptiness is intentional, a spiritual chamber where the orbs can be observed floating and passing each other. Is it weight, karma, breath? The mushrooms rise as quiet messengers for what the body cannot say.