Thresholds of the Remembering Body
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AcrylicDescription
Something old is unraveling but not to die.To be seen,finally,in full spectrum.
Crimson ghosts exhale from the root, memories of survival and songlines untethered.They rise through lavender storms fields of held breath, where the nervous system still guards old gates.
Then yellow.Sharp. Alive.The arrival code of awakening thought.Not warmth…but activation.It splits into currents of teal and onyx, where the shadows are not banished, but integrated.
Here, the body becomes more than skin and story.It becomes a gatekeeper —
of all that crossed through it: births, borders, timelines, truths.
The paint doesn’t swirl.It collides. Not to blend, but to speak all voices at once.
This is not healing. It is integration through witnessing.The soul doesn’t float above anymore.It inhabits the form fractured and whole, simultaneously.Try it!
