How I love the working-through-the-13-moons process. Each cycle brings something new, a revelation, a technique, a different deep-dive. I paused a while towards the end and went walkabout – long and quiet, withdrawn – and in my wanderings and wonderings, I found myself deep in the forest. Much time was spent there as I journeyed into my most inner being, and when I emerged, my perspective had changed. Then, so too did my canvas.
I felt the need for less busy-ness, more peace and calm, and extended the blue ovoid energy to the very edges of the canvas; the under layer with its lumps and bumps is still there but now soothed, and healed. (Applying paint thickly on the canvas creates texture when it dries, and how I looove to run my hands over the surface and feel the brush strokes.)
Honouring the sacred feminine, I painted the figure in woad, mindful of the blue paint used by Celtic warriors in days gone by, for she is a warrior, having survived many battles. She stands in her tree pose, grounded in the bog in which the lotus flower flourishes, and rises up to the cosmos through a canopy of lotus petals, symbols of rebirth and enlightenment, which adorn her like a mantel.
A half-rainbow makes its way around the earthy dome above the lotus flower, and at her navel, twists and inverts, creating an hourglass effect. The colours of the inverted rainbow move from grounding red, through the chakras, to the violet crown chakra, symbolising her spiritual journey, and connecting her to the universe.
Her name, Haseya, came about one day when I was listening to one of my favourite songs by Ajeet Kaur. Haseya means ‘she rises’, or ‘to rise up’ in Diné, the language of the Navajo people, and the following words still resonate strongly for me:
Rise up, my sisters, rise up
We are the water, the sacred cup
It’s in our hands that all life grows…
Anthropas took me to places I did not expect to go…