∆ Neural Alchemist | Self-mythologist ∆
i weave tension
as eyes made contact
as our stare shapes
fantasy and eruption
we are careless
we destroy out of delight
our passion with walls poured pride
we became one another’s prey
i am dancing on the world
you built it with the grit
between our souls’ teeth
she’s set in stone
with the moon
more free
she folds in
radiating out loud
to simplify her magic
would be a betrayal
to the Gods
she’s deep breathes
savory
selfish
set in stone
Learning how to let the image breathe. Practicing restraint, symbolism, space. Trusting simplicity more.
My recent work explores subconscious divination through collage and material experimentation.
Using embroidery, scraps, symbolic repetition, texture, handmade paper, organic remnants, and intuitive composition, I’ve been creating what feel like emotional hieroglyphics or dream maps – artifacts of an evolving inner mythology.
The work exists somewhere between intuitive abstraction, sacred symbolism, folk mysticism, outsider assemblage, and visual poetry.
I’m interested in how subconscious memory communicates through symbols, texture, repetition, and material instinct. These pieces are less concerned with polished representation and more concerned with emotional residue, psychic mapping, and the transformation of fragments into living symbolic systems.
I am clay
robust
an audacious burgundy
a whole lot of eyes on me
when I peer over myself
I am a witness
wandering for a spring
supple breasts
rich
I am speaking poetically
I have solid ground
I play with myself as an entity
Every once in a while
she’d orchestrate four corners
cushioned by figments of her sight
she forms a silk chrysalis
when the seas reflected it
when she mourns an ancient heart
so they understand to forgive her
nip and pick at the wisdom in her veins
savor her as a shooting star
encourage her to perform
I lived into your pulse
leaning to and from
I wanted
to become
I pleaded
That you’d mould me
awaken me
I was glass and white fabrics
elastic and ecstatic
our friction fried
static
you said I was erotic
I’ve been practicing
to last past the sunset
I pressed
erect
sweat me off
push me to my far corners
you knew I was a yearner
an angel from the sun
who knew when to be lost
she’s benevolent
a cruel season
she began only to end
one day with her
was worth searching for
nothing about her was linear
she ran intoxicatingly
cold plunging into the hearts of her prey
she was found on the last eclipse
making mosaics
writing poems about it
what an imagination she is
the sun dreams
makes everything glow like him
brick by brick
he kisses tones
skin and the wild
convinces floating bodies
to swim and fantasize
of all the textures
of spectrums
of the earth
until the sky creams
in streaks of sin
the sun is oozing
everything dances with praises here
innocence lingers
transparent swaying and wading bodies
not sure what they wish for
when the sun came to judge them
in this dream
everything is permitted
and the sun vows to kiss you still
without mercy
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