Aphrodite emerged not from love but from violence — and rises from the foam not to seduce but to create. The largest canvas in the cycle: the decisive shift from object to author of desire, a kingdom built by living, not surviving. Poem written at the easel: Queen of the Seas.
One of five. Becoming One — Journey of Recognition is a pentalogy that, unplanned, maps a complete arc of Jungian individuation: the descent into shadow and the slow ascent into wholeness. Five goddesses each take the first-person voice across five thresholds — identity, desire, balance, choice, joy. Each canvas is mixed with metallic pigment, so its colour changes under different light — the painting you meet at dawn is not the one you meet at midnight.
QUEEN OF THE SEAS
I am the queen of the seas
Not all of them, just the ones
Painted
With my brushes
Waves are mine
Water flows, heals while crushes
Orders of all those scientists
From morning till morning
I don't lose my breath
Never alone, aborning
Sea moss, my bed
Not death
I am full, never alone
There's no one sleepless night
I was born, on a wake of the morning
Found myself, eyes wide and bright
I create peace
By the whisper of the breeze
In the foam
Of my sea waves
Recovered by love
Away from the court of saints
Light blue, dark blue during storm
For others, full of stains
I am water entwined with colors
I flow, in the rhythm of nature
I am not perishing
I do not survive
I create a kingdom
By living and opening
Gates to freedom
I call, welcome
All mermaids
And Poseidons of the other seas
From the heat of judgment
In sorrow and loneliness
What if they burn
From the sea to the ocean
Water I call
Trust I hope to earn
Like a fool
Understanding the incomprehensible
I am the queen of the seas
The water is blue
Painting, in the moonlight
With my brushes
