I
painted this Medusa in 1997, with magickal intent behind Her. I had
ended a 2-year relationship with someone after they physically
assaulted me (by trying to strangle
me, closing off my voice, at the neck, my hair streaming), and called
me all of those words that weak men will call a strong woman. I
wanted Medusa to have my back after he was taken to jail, after he
was out of the house. So one night on the next Dark Moon I painted
Medusa with all of the rage and fierceness I felt. I wanted whoever
would cause me harm to stop in their tracks when they saw Her eyes
(which contained my eyes), to freeze and not be able to take another
step into my home. And so for many years, I kept this Medusa facing
my front door. It is thought by some, including myself, that the
serpent-tressed Gorgons found on the outside of some ancient temples
indicated that this was a holy space of the mysteries of women and of
the Goddess, and the Medusa served as Temple Guardian of these
mysteries, and as a warning to those who would trespass. I actually
did not even think of this when I painted Her to guard my own temple.
It was instinctual, the call—and this is how She speaks, from the
awakened kundalini... from the root of the yoni to the belly pit of
survival and up through the opened third eye that sees. Medusa
Herself is an ancient Libyan Goddess of the mysteries of Life and
Death, regeneration, the menstrual mysteries, the shamanic powers of
serpents and snakes. Fierce
and deeply powerful, the Goddess MEDUSA.
An excerpt from Re-visiong Medusa: from Monster to Divine Wisdom.
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