“Death consists, indeed, in a repeated process of unrobing, or unsheathing. The immortal part of (wo)man shakes off from itself, one after the other, its outer casings, and – as the snake from its skin, the butterfly from its chrysalis – emerges from one after another, passing into a higher state of consciousness.”

– Annie Besant

image: Spreading Feathers, acrylic, oil pastel, charcoal, graphite, paper, wax on wood board.

november . 5 . 2018