La División ...One shimmery tree, the self, divided down the center. Not broken, but opened to receive. The divide runs through all of it: land and tree, earth and trunk, root and branch. One continuous flow. And through that flow, gold moves, the metaphor for living water. Rising from the ground, moving upward through the heart, then spilling down to the roots like essential nourishment. It is not light from outside; it is grace, always offered, waiting for the opening. Self-love, rising and returning.
The brass hoop honors time without filling the space. This piece embodies divine grace: the division between past and present is not a fracture, but a hollowing out to make room. It reveals not loss, but a new capacity to hold what was always waiting. The gold mica is the visible sign of this grace...proof that the break was never a wound, but the moment we became a wellspring. To be divided is not to be broken....it is to break open, receive the flow, and be nourished by what was always there.
