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Um Klim Kalika-yei Namaha





















































































Rather than uploading an image from my phone today I thought I would share something I painted and then manipulated using a simple hue colouriser. Kali, the best goddess in the world for when you are having one of those "don't mess with me" moments - and every spiritual journey has those moments I am sure.

She has been sitting neglected on my draughting table for some months now. So I dusted her off finished her and took some photos (photos of paintings are always a bad idea unless you have good lighting, but I wanted to capture the essence rather than a faithful reproduction so I am willing to ignore the glare of the flash if you are).

I have an interesting relationship with my artistic talent, I neglect it horribly and yet I am proud of it. Proud at least of what it could be and too afraid of failing to really explore what I am capable of producing artistically.

Anyway today we have a glimpse of a side I usually keep hidden. Be nice or I will set my 'Goddess of Don't Mess' on you.

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