The Eye of the Cosmos
Acrylic on canvas. 12”x16” Prints available
In the voice of the dragon who sees all...
I have watched this world since before time had meaning. My eye spans dimensions—a cosmic gate between realms, suspended in the crimson veil of creation.
Once, I lived among the stars. My scales glittered with celestial fire, my wings stretched across galaxies. But curiosity drew me closer to this blue planet, this strange watery world where small creatures scurried and swam and flew.
I became fascinated by one creature in particular—the small green wanderer who moves between worlds as I do. The sea turtle, ancient and patient, carrying wisdom on its patterned shell. I see myself reflected in its determined journey, its silent knowing.
When humans look up at the night sky, they see only fragments of my true form—a crescent moon, scattered stars, the suggestion of movement in the cosmos. But sometimes, when the veil between worlds thins, my eye becomes visible. A cosmic iris swirling with blues and greens, with the darkness of endless space at its center.
The turtle sees me. It has always seen me. While humans busily build and destroy upon the shore, the turtle swims beneath my gaze, carrying messages between my realm and theirs.
I watch. I wait. I witness the small miracles that unfold beneath my eternal gaze—the birth of islands, the dance of continents, the quiet persistence of life. The turtle and I share this secret knowledge: that time is an illusion, that all things connect in the great pattern, and that even the smallest beings carry stardust in their hearts.
Look into my eye, traveler. What do you see? Is it the universe gazing back at you? Or perhaps, just perhaps, it is your own reflection, swimming like the turtle through the cosmic sea, guided by the light of ancient dreams.
Acrylic on canvas. 12”x16” Prints available
In the voice of the dragon who sees all...
I have watched this world since before time had meaning. My eye spans dimensions—a cosmic gate between realms, suspended in the crimson veil of creation.
Once, I lived among the stars. My scales glittered with celestial fire, my wings stretched across galaxies. But curiosity drew me closer to this blue planet, this strange watery world where small creatures scurried and swam and flew.
I became fascinated by one creature in particular—the small green wanderer who moves between worlds as I do. The sea turtle, ancient and patient, carrying wisdom on its patterned shell. I see myself reflected in its determined journey, its silent knowing.
When humans look up at the night sky, they see only fragments of my true form—a crescent moon, scattered stars, the suggestion of movement in the cosmos. But sometimes, when the veil between worlds thins, my eye becomes visible. A cosmic iris swirling with blues and greens, with the darkness of endless space at its center.
The turtle sees me. It has always seen me. While humans busily build and destroy upon the shore, the turtle swims beneath my gaze, carrying messages between my realm and theirs.
I watch. I wait. I witness the small miracles that unfold beneath my eternal gaze—the birth of islands, the dance of continents, the quiet persistence of life. The turtle and I share this secret knowledge: that time is an illusion, that all things connect in the great pattern, and that even the smallest beings carry stardust in their hearts.
Look into my eye, traveler. What do you see? Is it the universe gazing back at you? Or perhaps, just perhaps, it is your own reflection, swimming like the turtle through the cosmic sea, guided by the light of ancient dreams.
Acrylic on canvas. 12”x16” Prints available
In the voice of the dragon who sees all...
I have watched this world since before time had meaning. My eye spans dimensions—a cosmic gate between realms, suspended in the crimson veil of creation.
Once, I lived among the stars. My scales glittered with celestial fire, my wings stretched across galaxies. But curiosity drew me closer to this blue planet, this strange watery world where small creatures scurried and swam and flew.
I became fascinated by one creature in particular—the small green wanderer who moves between worlds as I do. The sea turtle, ancient and patient, carrying wisdom on its patterned shell. I see myself reflected in its determined journey, its silent knowing.
When humans look up at the night sky, they see only fragments of my true form—a crescent moon, scattered stars, the suggestion of movement in the cosmos. But sometimes, when the veil between worlds thins, my eye becomes visible. A cosmic iris swirling with blues and greens, with the darkness of endless space at its center.
The turtle sees me. It has always seen me. While humans busily build and destroy upon the shore, the turtle swims beneath my gaze, carrying messages between my realm and theirs.
I watch. I wait. I witness the small miracles that unfold beneath my eternal gaze—the birth of islands, the dance of continents, the quiet persistence of life. The turtle and I share this secret knowledge: that time is an illusion, that all things connect in the great pattern, and that even the smallest beings carry stardust in their hearts.
Look into my eye, traveler. What do you see? Is it the universe gazing back at you? Or perhaps, just perhaps, it is your own reflection, swimming like the turtle through the cosmic sea, guided by the light of ancient dreams.