Roots
Mixed media on canvas
What am I rooted to?
Home wasn't a safe space. I am incurious to my ancestral culture and traditions. I don't believe in luck, superstitions or astrology. Astrology, because I simply don't like what I read about my star sign. I reject religion and it's practices. I don't know if there is a God. I've been searching for them my whole life and I'm only left calling into a void.
Home wasn't a safe space. I am incurious to my ancestral culture and traditions. I don't believe in luck, superstitions or astrology. Astrology, because I simply don't like what I read about my star sign. I reject religion and it's practices. I don't know if there is a God. I've been searching for them my whole life and I'm only left calling into a void.
So what do I believe in?
I believe in the mystical powers of the universe. But when I talk about the universe, I don't mean a big ominous power. I mean the power of each person I've had the blessing and curse to meet. I believe in the mystical depths of the ocean. My heart is full when it comes to kiss my face in the form of rain. I believe in the infinite hues of the sky. I breathe better when I'm lying by the shore, gazing up at the stars. I believe that nature heals us. I feel light whilst mother earth sways gently around me. I believe in fleeting moments that will forever be etched in me. Stolen kisses, soft smiles and fingers brushing coyly against each other. I believe in parallel universes where other versions of me have made better and bolder choices than I have. That they are happier.
Does this mean that I am rooted to something? Hope, love or fantasy? Or do I even need to be rooted to anything to begin with?
