Author Archives: mandalamama3

About mandalamama3

I am an artist, doula, and henna artist in Denver, CO

Lunar Embrace

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Lunar Embrace

Lunar Embrace

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Purchase options:

6×6 Print (4 color digital process): $20

8×8 Print (4 color digital process, limited edition, 100 in a series):  $50 
12×12 Giclee Print (12 color process, limited edition, 50 in a series):  $200

Original: UNDER CONTRACT

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Winter Solstice

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Winter Solstice

Winter Solstice

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6×6 Print (4 color digital process): $20

8×8 Print (4 color digital process, limited edition, 100 in a series):  $50 
12×12 Giclee Print (12 color process, limited edition, 50 in a series):  $200

Original: $800 

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 This is the fourth piece in my “Seasons” series representing four seasons of womanhood.  Winter Solstice represents mature womanhood, or the “crone.”  She represents the wisdom that comes from age.  For this piece I was inspired hiking through a redwood grove.  Redwoods are amazing organisms.  They are actually a network of trees stemming from one ancestral, ancient parent who can easily be 2,000 years old and over 300 feet tall.  As you can see in this piece the roots weave together and then come upwards towards the sky as new trees.  Redwoods are also amazing because their canopy can actually “catch” rain and make their own precipitation.  They are extremely resistant to insects, fire, and rot.

In this piece you see the grandmother calling deep into the earth, sharing her wisdom, and creating new life from her roots.

This piece also uses metallic paint to give an ethereal glow, shown here:

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Summer Solstice

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Summer Solstice

Summer Solstice

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Purchase options:

6×6 Print (4 color digital process): $20

8×8 Print (4 color digital process, limited edition, 100 in a series):  $50 
12×12 Giclee Print (12 color process, limited edition, 50 in a series):  $250

Original: $800 

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 This is the second piece in my “Seasons” series representing four seasons of womanhood.  Summer solstice, the journey to becoming a mother, with a warm summer glow through the branches.  In the original piece has bright gold metallic paint that shines (which is difficult to capture in the artwork scan).  This piece is truly luminous!  One of my favorites.

Here you can almost see the glow:

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Maiden Primavera

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Maiden Primavera

Maiden Primavera

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6×6 Print (4 color digital process): $20

8×8 Print (4 color digital process, limited edition, 100 in a series):  $50 
12×12 Giclee Print (12 color process, limited edition, 50 in a series):  $200

Original: SOLD

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 This is the first in my “Seasons” series representing four seasons of womanhood.  Springtime (primavera) is represented by the maiden on the verge of menarche and the beginning of womanhood.  Her arms are decorated and blessed by henna, the basket represents bounty.  Woven into the henna is the symbol “Sankofa” which represents wisdom and reaching to the past to gain insight and build the future.  The owl signifies the ancestral wisdom of womanhood whispering in her ear.  The beehive signifies the community of woman she is being birthed into.

Riotous

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Riotous

Riotous

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Purchase options:

6×6 Print (4 color digital process): $20

8×8 Print (4 color digital process, limited edition, 100 in a series):  $50 
12×12 Giclee Print (12 color process, limited edition, 50 in a series):  $250

Original: $800 

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This was inspired by a quote from a Rumi poem…

“And don’t think the garden loses its ecstasy in winter.
It’s quiet, but the roots are down there, riotous.”

  Form Is Ecstatic 
 
There is a shimmering excitement in
being sentient and shaped. The
 
caravan master sees his camels lost
in it, nose to tail, as he himself is,
 
his friend, and the stranger coming
toward them.  A gardener watches the
 
sky break into song, cloud wobbly with
what it is.  Bud, thorn, the same.
 
Wind, water, wandering this essential
state.  Fire, ground, gone.  That’s
 
how it is with the outside.  Form
is ecstatic.  Now imagine the inner:
 
soul, intelligence, the secret worlds!
And don’t think the garden loses its
 
ecstasy in winter.  It’s quiet, but
the roots are down there riotous.
 
If someone bumps you in the street,
don’t be angry.  Everyone careens
 
about in this surprise.  Respond in
kind.  Let the knots untie, turbans
 
be given away.  Someone drunk on this
could drink a donkeyload a night.
 
Believer, unbeliever, cynic, lover,
all combine in the spirit-form we are,
 
but no one yet is awake like Shams.
 
-Rumi (from the book, Soul of Rumi, translated by Coleman Barks.)

Autumn

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Autumn

Autumn

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Purchase options:

6×6 Print (4 color digital process): $20

8×8 Print (4 color digital process, limited edition, 100 in a series):  $50 
12×12 Giclee Print (12 color process, limited edition, 50 in a series):  $250

Original: $800 

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Ecstasy

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Ecstasy

Ecstasy edited

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Purchase options:

6×6 Print (4 color digital process): $20

8×8 Print (4 color digital process, limited edition, 100 in a series):  $50 
12×12 Giclee Print (12 color process, limited edition, 50 in a series):  $250

Original: $800 

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A little bit about this piece….

I grew up in an extremely religious, fundamentalist Christian household raised by a self-proclaimed anti-feminist.  Led by “Focus on the Family,” my parents taught me I should always dress modestly lest I cause my brothers in Christ to stumble.  It was my responsibility to keep their minds pure, not their own.  If my bra strap peeked out it meant I wanted to have sex with someone, so I was constantly self conscious.  I was taught to never pursue boys, never take pleasure in the flesh, and of course never, ever have sex before marriage.

As I got older and my worldview expanded and I rebelled against my upbringing.  I became a feminist, considered privilege, and championed consent culture.  I taught my daughters autonomy, that they alone are in charge of their bodies and what is done to them.  That it is never their responsibility to keep the minds and actions of others pure.  That they should never give affection to someone simply because they felt obligated to.  I saw the Goddess everywhere:  In my daughters, in the faces of glowing, fierce birthing women, the wisdom of elders.  The Goddess’ sensuality, grace, ferocity, wisdom, and nurturing presence inspired me and my artwork.

My mind felt freer than ever before, but the messages from my childhood seeped through my pores and took residence in every cell in my body.  When a message is ingrained in you since birth you are not easily free of it.  I felt embarrassed by my body and could never step outside of my own head during intimacy.  Whenever I would confess my “problem” I always became someone’s project, something broken to be fixed, which of course only made me more self conscious.

Then I met a man who is now my husband, who took my self loathing and embarrassment and made it completely irrelevant.  His quiet, unassuming honesty dismantled me and in his arms I felt completely at ease.  I wasn’t broken, there was nothing to fix, and I felt myself open in a way that I never had before.  He took my mind and all my beliefs and connected them to my body until I believed them.  I was completely transformed.

This piece is done to honor that sweet, pure, boundless sensuality I found within myself that day.  I share it with my story so that others may find solace and healing within themselves.  To those bound by self loathing, misogyny, and antiquated religion, YOU ARE NOT BROKEN.