07/13/2026
These pieces are as children to me. I have social relationships with colors. I have romances. I have enemies. When I ascended, attained autership, I asked myself, if you can paint anything with mastery and you can with total submissive agency ride the iridescent rainbow universe on all 3 planes super consciously, you actually experience samadhi as a chromatic story being told to you like the most beautiful film, music video you've ever seen...if this is your reality, yay you, that took work, then what's next? What's desert? What's the celebratory delicacy I share with my audience, my peers, and my mentors, my ancestors? How she tho? A rainbow heart. An albino cephalopod nestles into a soft bed of flora and fauna. They see with their skin, take on the colors and textures they sense immediately, apparently. Reads on their skin. I have resting you-can-read-my-heart face. Nature manifests, dances around her, doing the same. Pastel flowers, succulents, coral, fungi, flowers the most delicate of varieties. The ephemera deepen in saturation. Iridescent colors emerge while before they were velvety or translucent. Now they deepen. And she's showing you her greatest hits but most especially she's bringing out the outliers, the rarities. In my experience I've encountered very few blue flowers and they're therefore my favorite. I'm an outlier upon outliers and that's something I'm processing. I'm getting there. But I gave myself a crown for this one. I graduated. 👸🏽🌈✨🌛👩🏽🎨🌻 I'm an Artist. Thank you and and .booker and Val Hartouni for being the doula coven. This is what ancestor worship looks like. 🖤🌻🖤🌻🖤🌻🖤🌻🖤
