FIRE in the BELLY

Open and willing, at last

Clean fire moves upward.

Strands of holy heat wind their way through the vessel

Darkness fades

Breasts blossom in pleasure,

Arms turn into wings

Throat pulses

Silence speaks

She smiles.

This image was inspired from a dream. The appearance of nakedness speaks to me of the souls yearning to be free, open, and unselfconscious. Honesty is earned back through the work of reaching higher. Clearing a clouded heart is no small miracle. Contentment is the reward.

The easel is the altar, the paper the body, the paint the blood. A holy sacrament is given. The Art becomes Sacred. 12/2020