Theia and Her Secret Faces
Painting I of V · Threshold: Identity Acrylic, metallic acrylics and metal leaf on canvas · 120 × 120 cm · 2025
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. It changes for you, and not for the next person who looks. No two encounters are the same.
Theia, the Titaness from whom all light proceeds, was almost erased from memory. She returns not as one element but as many faces at once — the cycle's first question: who am I, when I am no longer what others needed me to be? Poem written at the easel: Who Am I.
Painting page: https://sentienttopaint.art/becoming-one/theia/
Who Am I
Who am I I am watering life, clenching thirst Flowing, reaching out, unchained Should I feel guilty, looks at first Being flood, then for being contained Am I water?
If I get wild I am a hurricane But if I am mild I am too weak, everyone is to suffocate Am I air?
If my flame is too strong Disaster, I am not trained Do I not burn, all is wrong It is cold, should I be ashamed Am I fire?
Earth once stirs air into fire, pours rain for water It is the way it goes Earth accepts a mountain Its shape, it grows
Who am I? My fire always will be hot My water can kill a flame My breeze once whispers love, then not I no longer feel a shame
I no longer accept words Of others, in my head Over years, felt like swords While a shadow spread
I am a woman Not just the one to blame I am unique Not ever the same
I am woman Not only one, I am many I accept a star Although I will never understand She is so close, but seems far Star shines on a hollow land
What is Earth, without the light We do not mend, do not stand I respect all parts of Earth I accept all pieces of me My past, my current and the dream I create now being free
I am so beautiful I raised from ashes of a star Feeling the light within self I am not ever far
I feel my power, I dare to trust I believe in all stars I want, not that I must
