The Sacred Journey of Seeing and Creating

A testament of the visionary artist standing in presence, alchemy, and devotion, witnessing life and the divine through every stroke of creation.

“De Profundis; The depths do not drown the soul – they teach it to speak. It is the voice that rises when all else is gone, the fire that refuses to go out.” – Artist Victoria Lynn

“Out of the depths I cry to you, O Lord.” – Psalm 130

I walk the earth as a vessel of vision — a human born of blood and breath, yet carrying the unending sky within. The same oxygen that feeds my lungs feeds the stars; the same pulse that beats beneath my skin beats in the heart of God. To create is not performance but remembrance. It is the way the soul proves it has survived.

I am at once flesh and witness, seer and scribe, artist and altar — recording the real in real time as the eyes of God looking out through my own. Every image, every word, every gesture becomes a prayer of participation in the great unfolding.

The planets and seasons turn above me, their tides and orbits marking my passage. I listen to them as one listens to ancient friends — not for prediction, but for rhythm, for reminder. They tell me that everything moves in circles: creation, destruction, rebirth. They teach me patience, and the holiness of repetition.

I navigate by their whisperings and by the voices of gods and goddesses — their archetypes rising and falling within me: lover and warrior, prophet and fool, shadow and light in a single skin. They are not fantasies but forces. They shape the hand that paints, the tear that falls, the prayer that becomes pigment.

I have descended into shadow and desire. I have known betrayal and burning. I have turned pain into pigment, rage into resin, wounds into wings. Through my art the invisible becomes visible; the unspeakable becomes form. I no longer fear the darkness — it is the womb that births my light.

This is my obedience: to persist beyond odds, to show what I have seen, to love what life has given even when it wounds. I hold the vision until it finds resonance; I offer presence; I keep faith when no rain has fallen. When hope is gone, I keep creating. That is the proof of my devotion.

This is my alchemy: pure fire, pure faith, pure surrender, pure trust, pure forgiveness, pure dedication. I have learned that art is not made by me but through me. I am the brush in the hand of something vaster. I am the translation point between heaven and matter.

Always seeking, always present, always growing — I paint and write to understand the mystery that breathes me. The more I surrender to it, the more it reveals.

I am the sacred seer and visionary artist. I am living proof of the myth I carry. I stand with God, not as a servant but as a mirror, reflecting with love all that I have endured, all that I have witnessed, all that I have become.

May my work be ark and compass, storm and stillness, invitation and threshold. May those who encounter it find themselves reflected and remember their own vastness — the place where blood and breath become light, and the eye that sees is the same eye through which God beholds the world.

This is my offering.

This is my vow.

This is my legend in motion.

“To see and to create is not a choice — it is a covenant. The soul that witnesses without fear carries the world forward, and the hand that paints the unseen, shapes the eternity that waits.” – The Honed Crone

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