This is what it looks like when your soul finally stretches its legs. When all the layers of your life—good, bad, unresolved, and gloriously weird—decide to have a meeting and blow the doors off your third eye.

Mystical Explosion isn’t just a painting. It’s a cosmic sneeze. A spiritual detonation. That exact moment when energy stops trying to behave and just erupts in color, movement, and divine confusion. You don’t look at this one—you get pulled into it. It’s not a painting that says, “Hey, I’m here.” It’s one that screams, “You’ve been here the whole time.”

Let’s talk about that swirl in the middle. That’s not chaos. That’s awakening. That’s your inner GPS rerouting you through the terrain of past lives, lost dreams, suppressed emotions, and maybe some leftover psychedelic residue from that one weird night in 2012. It’s a tunnel. It’s a wound. It’s a blooming.

And those colors? They’re not just paint. They’re frequencies. They vibrate with intention—like they know something you don’t. That warm yellow? That’s your optimism trying to break through the cynicism. The pink? That’s your vulnerability dressed in armor. The greens and reds and spirals? That’s just your unconscious throwing a party and forgetting to invite your rational brain.

But the ladder-like pattern in the bottom left? That’s important. That’s not just movement—it’s evolution. It says: “Yes, things exploded. Yes, things got messy. But you’re still climbing. You’re still becoming.”

And maybe that’s the point.

Life isn’t quiet enlightenment on a hilltop. It’s a mystical explosion in the middle of everything, and your only job is to witness it, survive it, and maybe—just maybe—paint it.

N Mokashi
MokashiArt.com