When Passion Stirs

For me, this painting is the moment real passion awakens. Not fleeting, but the deep force that starts in the heart, in the belly, in the loins. It ignites the spirit inside me and pours juice like honey through my body and being…slow, thick, radiant arousal that floods veins, softens defenses, awakens every cell. It is unwavering presence… building until it becomes a bonfire of liberating heat and light.
Most people prefer control and containment to unleashed, unabashed wild abandon running through body and being. At great cost, we cage our raw authenticity. But true passion refuses cages. It stirs slowly. It is primal, honest, free. It is with the erotic truth of who we are.
Bold strokes of indigo, violet, emerald, black crack through our bloodstream like lightning in a primordial storm. Primal force and spiritual vastness. Life force given freedom to reign supreme. Thrusting upward. Opening wide. Dissolving boundaries in wet, all consuming bliss.