Some messages don’t arrive in words; they come as feelings, symbols, and patterns that feel older than language, like vibrations humming beneath the bones of reality. This painting emerged from one of those moments when I was pulling something through the canvas.
At the time, I didn’t fully understand what I was experiencing, but I knew I had to follow it. The spiral on the left? That’s where the message entered: A portal, a memory, a soundwave that looped back into itself, bringing something with it. Perhaps it was an ancient whisper trying to break through to our reality. Maybe it was me communicating with a more elevated version of my psyche. Or perhaps it was a piece of the universe tapping me on the shoulder, saying, “Hey, don’t forget who you are.”
The shapes on the right, those stacks of greens and blacks, feel like motion caught mid-sentence, like sacred geometry learning how to flow through the shapes into infinity. I envision them as frequencies made visual. Have you ever closed your eyes and seen shapes behind your eyelids? That’s what these represent. They’re not mere decoration; they are communication. Transmission.
At the center of it all is that pastel chaos, like wind caught in the sails of a boat, like divine static where the real message resides. It doesn’t communicate in sentences but through love, and I believe that’s the point.
When I paint in this way, I don’t plan. I surrender. I become a vessel, and what pours out is often something I only comprehend later, or sometimes never. But that’s the beauty of it. This isn’t just art; it’s about decoding, remembering, and trying to pull fragments of the infinite through this little human body to offer them to anyone willing to feel.
Maybe you’ve felt it too, when you get chills for no apparent reason, or sense something watching over you, or “know” something without understanding how. That’s the same channel; that’s the transmission. The divine doesn’t always shout; sometimes, it paints.
So if this piece resonates with you in a way you can’t explain, good. Let it. You don’t need to translate the cosmos to feel it loving you.
–Nicholas Mokashi
