In the late summer 2012 I was reading a lot about shamanic cultures, rituals of awakening the unconscious, and this drawing was born. I also felt everything was falling apart at that moment, and I wouldn't fight it. I'd wake up, go outside and sit in the sun waiting for a miracle. And it was beautiful feeling the pulse of Earth under my feet, being blown away by the rays of light. Didn't know where I was or where I was going, but strangely it gave a credibility to everything I knew.
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