At the molten core of being,
an eye opens—
not to see, but to feel.
Wool swells in concentric hushes,
like breath held in the body of the earth.
Amber, rust, and ember—
echoes of an ancient watchfulness.
This is the Eye of God:
not above, but within.
A sacred spiral,
where all trembling begins
and all silence returns.
The bloom is not petals—
but presence.
A soul’s seismic murmur,
stitched in stillness
and set alight.
Felt Textile 55 X 55 cm | 2025
A bloom that pulses from within — the Eye of God, opening at the center of the soul.
Felt, Paint & Reflection 