Cosmic Joke
Acrylic on Canvas
2018
Mother Kali lay sprawled in the vastness of creation. She was creation and she was void. She felt the pangs of something wanting to be born dawning in her womb.
Stars and planets and beings, love and sadness, rainbows and waterfalls and tidal waves of destruction, births, deaths, beauty, disease, colour, blackholes, stars, truth, lies, kindness, hate, galaxies, gods, tiny insects, giant creatures, vast clouds of nebulae, tiny grains of sand, screams of horror, tears of joy and gratitude.
In a moment it all was born. It expanded, it evolved. It was magnificent. She gave birth to it and she was it. And then she destroyed it. And then she birthed it again. And destroyed it. Again and again like a potter with a lump of clay, she played and she played with her creation. And suddenly she saw how funny it all was. It was a great joke. It was not as serious or as real as anyone thought. And she laughed and laughed and laughed.
Acrylic on Canvas
2018
Mother Kali lay sprawled in the vastness of creation. She was creation and she was void. She felt the pangs of something wanting to be born dawning in her womb.
Stars and planets and beings, love and sadness, rainbows and waterfalls and tidal waves of destruction, births, deaths, beauty, disease, colour, blackholes, stars, truth, lies, kindness, hate, galaxies, gods, tiny insects, giant creatures, vast clouds of nebulae, tiny grains of sand, screams of horror, tears of joy and gratitude.
In a moment it all was born. It expanded, it evolved. It was magnificent. She gave birth to it and she was it. And then she destroyed it. And then she birthed it again. And destroyed it. Again and again like a potter with a lump of clay, she played and she played with her creation. And suddenly she saw how funny it all was. It was a great joke. It was not as serious or as real as anyone thought. And she laughed and laughed and laughed.
Acrylic on Canvas
2018
Mother Kali lay sprawled in the vastness of creation. She was creation and she was void. She felt the pangs of something wanting to be born dawning in her womb.
Stars and planets and beings, love and sadness, rainbows and waterfalls and tidal waves of destruction, births, deaths, beauty, disease, colour, blackholes, stars, truth, lies, kindness, hate, galaxies, gods, tiny insects, giant creatures, vast clouds of nebulae, tiny grains of sand, screams of horror, tears of joy and gratitude.
In a moment it all was born. It expanded, it evolved. It was magnificent. She gave birth to it and she was it. And then she destroyed it. And then she birthed it again. And destroyed it. Again and again like a potter with a lump of clay, she played and she played with her creation. And suddenly she saw how funny it all was. It was a great joke. It was not as serious or as real as anyone thought. And she laughed and laughed and laughed.