About Me
The Art of Unfolding Light
A Journey of Emotional Alchemy Through Creation
In the flow of colour and line,
Emotion begins to loosen,
And silence gradually finds its voice.
Those tangled fragments,
Begin to reveal frames of imagery and pulses of rhythm,
Layer by layer, they arrange light and shadow,
Becoming visible;
Wave by wave, they weave sound and tone,
Becoming audible.
When creation moves through your weary, burdened layers,
It holds you —
And gently untangles you.
In the striking of metal,
Scattered breaths gather into rhythm,
Forged into refined and grounded inner practice.
In the flow of pigments,
Scattered memories seep through colour,
Settling into clarity and resilience.
Knots of the past,
Are released in the motion of your hands;
Buried joy and innocence,
Are gently awakened through creation.
In the carving of woodgrain,
Tangled emotions follow the grain,
Gradually revealing an inner grain —
A pattern the soul can follow.
In the burning of fire,
A sluggish will,
Awakened by flame’s warm insistence,
Transforming into steady inner drive.
In the shaping of clay,
Floating emotions are settled by your hands,
Forming a shape
To safely rest within.
Creation is not a showcase of technique,
But a deep purification and summoning.
Art is not just an extension of tools,
But a baptiser of the soul,
An awakener of wisdom,
A true guide.
Now the sacred wind brushes away the dust,
And the soul, after the settling,
Begins to reveal the contour of its inner light.
Consciousness stirs with the light,
A path once present, yet forgotten,
Quietly rises into its original arc.
The wisdom within, long shrouded,
Ignites again — radiant and sure,
Carrying warmth and direction.
From here,
You no longer merely bear the weight of life,
But in the moment the dust is swept away,
The seed of light emerges.
Light once veiled in dust, the inner flame
Is brushed awake by artful hands —
Now lit, it will not fade.
It leads you back to your essence,
Spreading seeds of light,
To soften and bless the world.
And what I do,
Is to hold this space of transformation,
So that change is no longer a hope —
But a presence already unfolding.