There is a moment when water becomes spirit—when it surges not to destroy, but to reveal. Cascade captures that sacred pulse: tidal blues pouring through the veil, where deep indigo collapses into electric azure, and currents of white carve mythic shapes in motion. The painting flows like memory—part ocean, part dream—carrying sedimented emotion in every swirl. This is the Crone’s deluge, a baptism in mystery, a remembering. What soft power waits beneath the surface, ready to rise?
