Birth

It begins in deep violet—the colour of intuition, of the unseen realms. From its spiral core, a presence forms—watchful, still, almost like an eye or the soul's first awareness. It holds the wisdom of what came before, the memory of all that is yet to become. Below it, a burst of orange and gold ignites—a swirl of fire, creation, life force. This is the womb of becoming, the solar energy of emergence. Orange holds emotion, creativity, the primal will to exist. Gold brings the warmth of purpose, of light entering the world for the first time.

The two energies spiral toward one another. The upper half—cool, cosmic, witnessing. The lower half—fiery, grounded, moving. Between them, birth doesn’t arrive in a single flash. It flows, it rises, it unfolds. Every curve in the brushstroke speaks of becoming, of spirit wrapping itself in form. The canvas becomes a sacred moment: where energy remembers itself, where form is invited to breathe, and where soul meets skin for the very first time. A quiet, radiant beginning.