<i>The Phoenix is rising- from the dreams spell into lucidity
The phoenix is rising- into crimson skies pregnant with possibility
Old structures are falling- the old world is burning
The surface shell is cracking- and the new earth is emerging
This is not the end- this is just the beginning…

In the fiery core of the Earth- I have been growing. I have been waiting beneath histories unfolding-

Knowing that the day was nearing when deaf ears would again begin hearing…
The songs of the Earth and the songs of the skies-
The spark of spirit is returning- to light the fire in the peoples’ eyes.
The great Earth is crying- the great storm is brewing…
This is my time to rise- this is my time to rise. This is my time to rise!
I rise from the ashes of destruction- I rise up from the deep- and I have come to crack the shell of illusion

And to wake the children from their sleep… And there is nothing that can stop me- no chain, no cage
Can keep me down- for I have come to fulfill a prophecy- as have you
And our time is now – Our time is now. Our time is now!

(by Audette Sophia)</i>

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I'm coming out of depression and the phoenix is a kind of metaphor of my rebirth. I've never so involved my soul in a drawing...

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Speed painting with photoshop and tablet.