The Portal: She Who Shapes Reality

This is not a flower.It is a blueprint of becoming.A clitoris-shaped cathedral of creation.A map back to source. Layered in fractal green, veined in magenta flame—this is the threshold every soul crosses to enter form. The architecture of pleasure-as-power. The divine intelligence of joy encoded in flesh. To behold this is to remember:Manifestation is not logic.It is wet. Wild. Wombed.It does not arrive on schedule—it erupts through permission. This is not a symbol.It is a spell. She opens, and reality reshapes.   24" x 39"  Acrylic on wood, sealed in acrylic looking wet and pitted