ENTROPIC VISIONS
ENTROPIC VISIONS
3ft x 3ft cotton canvas and acyclic paint.
40% of sale donated to psychedelic reform
I will never forget this day, the typical Tuesday afternoon in which I was to lay down on the table for my acupuncturist to heal something that only my internal medicine could ever touch. Finding myself once again in a deep twirling of panic and separation from eternity, I wept. I cried until my tears dissolved me, finding myself left in a pool of consciousness. With my eyes wide shut, I began to see... I began to allow myself to feel. Waves and circuitous forms of script spun around a torus of akashic record. I moved as fast as I could to a canvas, after my vision had come to a moment in which it begged to be brought into material form. With months of channeled work under the guidance of the King of Wands, I wove a new reality into which I write these sentences today. A codex for dreams.
ENTROPIC VISIONS
3ft x 3ft cotton canvas and acyclic paint.
40% of sale donated to psychedelic reform
I will never forget this day, the typical Tuesday afternoon in which I was to lay down on the table for my acupuncturist to heal something that only my internal medicine could ever touch. Finding myself once again in a deep twirling of panic and separation from eternity, I wept. I cried until my tears dissolved me, finding myself left in a pool of consciousness. With my eyes wide shut, I began to see... I began to allow myself to feel. Waves and circuitous forms of script spun around a torus of akashic record. I moved as fast as I could to a canvas, after my vision had come to a moment in which it begged to be brought into material form. With months of channeled work under the guidance of the King of Wands, I wove a new reality into which I write these sentences today. A codex for dreams.
ENTROPIC VISIONS
3ft x 3ft cotton canvas and acyclic paint.
40% of sale donated to psychedelic reform
I will never forget this day, the typical Tuesday afternoon in which I was to lay down on the table for my acupuncturist to heal something that only my internal medicine could ever touch. Finding myself once again in a deep twirling of panic and separation from eternity, I wept. I cried until my tears dissolved me, finding myself left in a pool of consciousness. With my eyes wide shut, I began to see... I began to allow myself to feel. Waves and circuitous forms of script spun around a torus of akashic record. I moved as fast as I could to a canvas, after my vision had come to a moment in which it begged to be brought into material form. With months of channeled work under the guidance of the King of Wands, I wove a new reality into which I write these sentences today. A codex for dreams.