"Eye of the Storm" —

In the eye of the storm you can be centered amongst chaos.

She is in water up to her heart, hands pressed in prayer, eyes closed. The world churns around her — and she chooses not to look.

This painting is a portrait of the divine spark that Gnostic teachings speak of: that tiny, indestructible light inside us that remains untouched, no matter how loud the storm gets. The young woman is that spark embodied. Her stillness is not ignorance. It is defiance. It is focus. A deliberate return to center while chaos performs its theatre .

Behind her looms the other energy — a strange, blue-violet figure, grin sharp, clutching a serpent, the classic symbol of temptation, fear, distortion, and archontic noise. He tries to dominate the canvas, but he cannot enter her pool. He is loud, but she is luminous. His snake is held high, but her prayer is low, quiet, and stronger.

To the right, a disembodied eye watches from a fleshy, otherworldly form, planets orbit — the surreal, swirling mind-stuff that tries to pull us out of ourselves.

Then there is the Water. Water is memory, intuition, baptism, the womb. It holds her. It reflects her light back onto her own skin in soft gold. It says: you are not drowning, you are being cleansed.

While the storm screams, she stays submerged in what is real. Painted in deep indigo, midnight blue and bruised violet, pierced by that one warm glow on her face and hands, this is a painting for anyone who has ever had to close their eyes in the middle of everything to remember who they are.