TREE OF LIFĒ

TREE OF LIFĒ

I’ve created the "tree of lifē" in order to clarify to myself a situation taking part inside my novel “phāntom whispers” which from time to time in I must have a better visual description that will affect my imagination in order to be described better inside my book.

therefore I’ve started a journey to paint all the magical episodes in my book, the tree of lifē is the first canvas I dared to face, and it helped me tremendously in my artistic journey from no-where to nowhere.

I will share a quote from my book,

“I find myself walking in the times without a time on a path without a path in the wilderness of no-where between repetitive twilights that synchronized with the broken sun that arises and sets constantly, might only a bloody ray of light casts its shadow on the arid desert land in the middle of no-where, long flickering silhouettes are all around and it’s so wicked in that loop of constant troubling sunrise and sunset situation, I’ve never been aware in such a dilemma of the major-minor sources before, it seems that nothing is clear until you really get so very close to it, I must admit I’m a little bit or even more than that horrified. 

I look for the place where the purple sun arises and walk towards it hastening, the air becomes denser and I am starting to sweat, I don't know if it’s excitement or because the heat is increasing.

I approach a huge branched tree, its trunk is so thick and cracked, and its withered branches seem to be older than anything I've ever seen in my life I decide to stop and rest in its shade, I sit down and feel have no strength to hold on to my existence anymore, my eyes shut and all I want to do is not being, something drains all the energy of the life from me, I breathe heavily and can no longer remember anything, I must have fallen into a deep dreamless sleep or lost my consciousness, I don't know how long I was that way, but when my eyes were awaken I was observing one of the spectacular unbelievable remarkable and the most beautiful scenario I have never seen and couldn’t for sure in the eyes of my imagination even to think about, and believe me I have a wild one, words cannot even come close to what I have witnessed and I will try, not promise I will succeed to explain:

* pow poo pow poo pow poo pow * noises of flames turning off and on for a long while are all around me, there are thousands if not more of them, I don't know where to focus my gaze, and my mind is distracted from all sides, I cannot control my eyes and my sight is dancing with the tempo of the magical fire-dance.

countless little fire-birds surround the old tree, the branches that have kissed the dried land now stand firm and are surrounded by blossoming green needles leaves, between them protruded yellows and mixed oranges, rounded embers that are made of lava and pure fire, I’m overwhelmed thinking I myself might want to die and participate in this harmony of the elements, these are the fruits of the fire tree that rose to life with the sunrise of the purple sun, my eyes are dazzled by the ancient tree that breaths along with the lost souls. it seems that they come to collect the boiling lava burning inside his fruits, he revives every day anew and they dance around him, they keep evolving and devolving every movement, from nothing into little flame-tongues *poo pow* like millions of little flames that kiss the air and surround this ancient magical tree.

the sun is the mid-sky and the birds of fire which are the lost souls have eaten the fruits of the ancient tree that has relaxed its muscles and is now withered again, I follow them for a while until I approached the one-armed man, I could see that he was fiercely battling the ghostly crew of a rickety ship. he fought with the grace of a seasoned warrior, his bayonet and sword striking the air with a force that was both awe-inspiring and terrifying. the souls of the lost sailors, trapped in their ghostly vessels, were being freed by this mysterious figure, and I realized that he was a symbol of the struggle for life, the fight against death, and the eternal battle for survival.

as the sun reached its zenith and the apparition disappeared, I stood alone in the cemetery of the giant wood centipede galleys, surrounded by the silent witness of countless lost souls. 

I am not afraid anymore, for I knew that the Tree of Life and its guardians would always be there, watching over the spirits of the dead and renewing them with fire and light, resurrecting them with the divine source of life.

and so, I continued my journey through the wilderness of nowhere, searching for the truths hidden within the shadows of the Tree of Life. I was filled with the knowledge that, no matter how far I will wander or how lost may I become, I would always find my way back to the light of the sun, and to the tree that had watched mankind over the ages” 

this tree is not just any ordinary tree, however, it is a symbol of life and death, of the never-ending cycle of existence.

Its leaves feed the tree with the vital greens of life at night and consumed by bright daylight they are thickening its core thru its soiled roots, the fruits, instead of being sweet and juicy, are molten balls of boiling lava bubbling with a fiery intensity, this is a source of the life force of for dammed, for those who in need for light, for the lost souls.

Therefore the "tree of lifē" is not just a source of light and life, it is a symbol of the magic that existed in the world, a beacon of hope and renewal for those who found themselves lost in the wilderness of nowhere. Its fiery fruits were a symbol of the life force that flowed through all things, a reminder of the power of the sun, and of the heat that gave life to the world.

Size: 77" x 171" x 2"
Materials:  Acrylic, wood, holy water, dead sea salt, magic dust, canvas 
Years: 2022 - 2023
Work capacity (painting): ~160 hrs est. 
Learning curve (Study): over 6 years
Inspiration: a scene taken out of my book "phāntom whispers"

heteronymous:
the heārtist [Jaa'heāl]

ārcanes: necromāncy, ālchemy, trānsmutation, illusiōn, evocātion, sūmmoning, conjurātion, divinātion, chārm