The Goddess Of The Ocean Defends Her Children

Ink on dotted paper, Original is1 part of an artist's book.

The artist’s book is based on a technique of unconscious, continuous line.

The line is respected throughout the drawing process and is not arbitrarily interrupted or corrected.

It develops its own forms, connections, and pictorial spaces—paralleling an ethical stance that must apply in global society regardless of situational demands, be anchored in law, and be consistently respected.

The series brings together spontaneity, memory, perception, and ethical responsibility in an open, ongoing visual continuum.

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The Story behind this work:

The sea is the Great Mother of the earth.
Water itself remains, in its essence, female: the womb from which we all crawled forth.

The sea is the place of my soul.
And I suffer with the Great Mother, who is abused, torn apart, poisoned; who feels total annihilation drawing nearer with every death of one of her children.

The patriarchy has hurled itself upon her.
The patriarchy that, for millennia, has seized power, crawling across this earth like a lethal plague, devouring everything in its greed—without feeling, without responsibility.
The patriarchy that has inscribed upon its banners the enslavement and destruction of all that is female, dancing in a blood frenzy toward its own ruin.

One final time, the goddess of the ocean speaks:

Do not touch my children.

Nothing goes unseen.
Nothing goes unatoned.

I am coming,
in fury and in pain.

In waves.
From the depths.
With all my force.

I do not negotiate.

I sweep you away.
I devour your coasts.
I salt your earth.

I fall from the sky.
I rise from the deep.

You drown above.
You die below.

I kill
For each of my children.
You know their number.