Mother

: They helped keep me from floating away during a summer of journeying far and deep into the land under the sun.
Portals were eased clear beneath the Isle's breathing skin as we listened for the Gods, for the ancestors, for ourselves. In an Arctic wind we found the space between sea, land, sky and fire. Ancient gold sung to us through still water and a sunken moon. We were eaten by the land; we have reformed into something new.

2021, Digital paint (Photoshop)