Acquire // Commission

A mother never truly parts from her children. She carries their stem cells for the rest of her life, and a fragment of each soul's imprint.

She is the vessel that grows their vessel, keeping the soul safe until the child joins earthly life. And later, she keeps her children in her voice, in her tears, in her eyes, as jewels on her crown.

I created this talisman to represent and amplify divine compassion.

I could feel how old they were. Beyond ancient.

They did deeds worth remembering, elders who kept the wisdom that keeps life flowing. They have been forgotten for a very long time.

Through these pieces they wake once more, and ask to be remembered. Talismans of life, protection, and compassion.

Birth, union, victory, celebration of life, and spring, as well as war, loss of land, and loss of loved ones. It has also been a bridge between cultures, a melting pot of beliefs and hope.

I often find myself dreaming what comes next faster than I can conceive it. My soul stirs with ideas and desires so quickly they are hard to tell apart.

Clarity blurs. These are some of my dreams, frozen mid-process.

The seeds of my intuition, caged in a labyrinth of thought and interpretation that forms around the divine channeling. When my pencil flowed over the paper, it felt like sketching a landscape while flying very fast on autopilot.

You have to fly high, like an eagle, so the ground feels slow, almost frozen from that distance.

Living becomes a constant chase down an endless chain of doing. We rarely pause to ask who is doing the doing.

We keep no "to be" list. Our animal body holds ancient wisdom, and often our being is the open channel for the soul and the divine.

Being is organic. Our state of being is the actual flow of Kut, and that is when we operate from home, rather than sleepwalking through this life.

It runs on intuition and love, and it houses dream seeds. A talisman of our divine being, and of the dreams we are here to bring into form.

It moves through water and through every obstacle it meets, endlessly adaptable, in form and in appearance both. It fills any space and occupies it without attachment, then moves on.

Of all the creatures on this earth, it comes closest to being like water. I sculpted this talisman to be a reminder of non-attachment and adaptability.

Permeability as a virtue.

It wanted to feel majestic, flourishing. The body of the plant is the channel where the life-giving Kut and earthly waters flow, feeding all that it grows, the leaves, the flowers, the fruit.

A talisman to remind us to keep our channels flowing, so we can grow into what we came here to become.

Appanteš, in ancient Hittite, means "grasped," a word I use to name obsession. Many downfalls of the ancient Anatolian civilizations, and of human journeys, were partly sourced by human obsession.

When an idea becomes a constraining need for safety, it grabs the steering wheel, and curiosity turns aggressive and needy. This is another freeze-frame, made to watch my own obsessions.

A talisman for the tight grip of obsession, and for the power of pausing to see it for what it is. Loosening the knot, so we can flow freely again.

Her web was woven so well that I found myself doing the trapping. The other time she came lovingly, playfully, and it was bliss.

The Fierce Mother destroys what no longer serves. She clears the ground so the new can flourish.

That is her divine duty. A talisman of rebirth.

The third eye is not a gentle one. Its sight burns through desire, pretense, and every costume you have dressed yourself in, and leaves only what is real.

It sees across time too, past, present, and future at once, watching destruction and renewal without flinching. A talisman to help us shed the costume we cling to, and stand as our naked, true self.