Pantheist or Alien?

It is exceedingly rare for me to do figurative work because my figures always look like aliens. I think it is because I myself feel like an alien: from another planet (at least socially), androgyne, synesthete, aspie, odd. I now realize that these drawings were self-portraits of my inner world. I find them very beautiful as well as authentic. The surfaces are sublime. I made them in total privacy, for myself, really.

Listening To Life is my pantheistic way of perceiving the world, a world in which I belong to one species, a chattering and egocentric species, but hear the voices of all other species as equally loud in the orchestra of life. Holding What Is Precious is my nurturing instinct, my love, I would even say my maternal instinct which shocked me when it kicked in, and even my parents did not think I had it in me. The Fragrance Of Peace is a self-soothing visual mantra of release from anxiety and fear. I could look at it forever, its gentleness and delight. Heat Whispers, on the other hand, is anxiety personified, disturbing, empath with the changing Earth, one must look away, somewhat charred but the ‘leaves’ could be new growth after the field is burned, depending on one’s perspective.

None of this I fully realized until today, so I just had to write it down. Epiphany! They are each 22”x30”, watercolor, ink, charcoal, and pastel on heavy watercolor paper. Shown in the order described.