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The Copper Woman

The Copper Woman

(Concept Sketch Copper Woman)

(Concept Sketch Copper Woman)


Copper Woman is Card #21, her keyword is “Innocence”

I pulled her for a Goddess Reading today..here it is:

Copper Woman was the first woman who created the people of the Pacific Northwest. Her skeleton was created from shells and minerals from rocks. The saltwater from the ocean was made into her blood and soil from the earth was made to cover her skeleton. After her organs were added and she was given her senses of touch, taste, smell, sight and hearing. The Creator then pushed the wind into her lungs and Copper Woman was born.

She was, however, the only one on earth and therefore very lonely. She cried from her loneliness and she was told that because of this she was learning to accept that she was human and to accept her mortality. She was told by the spirits to save her tears, her mucus, her moon blood and other secretions as these were a sign of her humanness. She was to place them in a crab shell and save them. The next morning she saw that a creature had grown from these secretions. He would visit Copper Woman at night and make love to her, giving her a child and she was never again alone. Read the rest of this entry

Starting Sedna

Starting Sedna

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She’s been roughed in and I’ve been staring at it like this for too long. I suppose we creative types go through this… blocks, feeling uninspired. Although really tired today, I’m picking up my brush again now and I’m going to get cranking. I’m ready to move and create. Finally. I can’t wait to hit it with some color…those northern lights are going in. :)

Baba Yaga

Baba Yaga

Baba Yaga

Baba Yaga

When I worked with Baba Yaga, she stripped so much away. Acheulean asks me to go back, and back and back. Back to the foundation, back to everything that was and is, stripped of the distractions and confusion. Back to the beginning…ending…beginning….shortly after painting her we were forced to move. I rid myself of many many things. It was emotional and dark. Still living the effect of my prayers to Baba Yaga…the bone mother…Achulean asks me, no tells me, to begin again. Literally we are now starting over.

Kali

Kali

Kali by Kate Henriot Jauw

Kali, although fierce and I think misinterpreted by Western minds is an amazing Goddess to me. I stayed true to her original Hindu symbolism, with the exception of the four arms. This is because I want women to identify with her. I want them to be able to relate to her on all levels.

Her symbolism is great. At first glance, she obviously depicts, death and destruction. But Her name means Time. She devours time. And she denotes freedom.

In Tantric texts She is called “She Whose Essential Form is Sexual Desire”

To understand Kali, one needs to face fears and not avoid the forbidden.

Kali’s hair is always a mess, wild and free. (I know how she feels) It’s never depicted as bound or styled because she is free from convention, uncontrolled nature. She is not bound or limited to a male consort. Her tongue is in the act of tasting and consuming..enjoying…all the world’s flavors. Her blackness symbolizes her comprehensive nature, in her is dissolved illusion, fear, ignorance.

The severed arms represent karma. She shows that through her, Karma can be overcome. Her devotees are cut free from karma and are able to begin anew. Two of her hands are shown in the Mudras, She offers blessings of compassion and fearlessness. The other hands hold a sword and severed head. These symbolize the destruction of ignorance and the beginning of knowledge. The necklace of severed heads represent the sounds of the alphabet, traditionally there are 50 of them, I took liberties. From sound, reality is manifest…and Kali is the power behind that.

The Acheulian Goddess

The Acheulian Goddess

The Acheulian Goddess

Kwan Yin

Lots of stuff happened when I worked with the Acheulian Goddess. As I mentioned, I researched the hell out of her, but when it came time to bring her to life, I realized I had to abandon all that I thought I knew. The same goes for my life. Everything I thought I knew has just gone out the door. We’re starting at the beginning. And it’s been tough, still is. With the Achulean Goddess demanding that I let everything go, even though I don’t know yet how it all comes back together I decided to ask for a little (well, alot) of mercy. Which brought me to Kwan Yin.

Kwan Yin has a couple of stories and many different spellings of her name. She is a bodhisattva who hears the cries of the world. Hopefully she has heard mine. We’ll see!

As I was painting her I was thinking about the culture from which she originates. There is wealth associated with Chinese deities; wealth, luck good fortune. And although Her key words may be compassion and mercy, I was focusing on abundance.

Kwan Yin is teaching me that abundance is effortless. That there is a flow and it comes from a never ending source (her pouring water). She doesn’t practice compassion, She is compassion. She doesn’t show mercy, She is mercy. Just as She doesn’t have abundance, She is abundance. And that is what I need to be. Read the rest of this entry