story teller

artist

Cassidy Black

welcome

to the web of a wyrd

‘turning point​’

Here we have Aphrodite as the stem of a ​rose ready to drop its petals. It feels like the ​call inward, the calling back to self. Like the ​season of winter, the time to turn away. To ​listen to the winds of change and let them​ shake the dying away so you may transf​orm and chart a new day, make a new wa​y.

Repres​ented by the goddess born of the ocean,​ the pinnacle of beauty, the lover. Repres​ented in a different light, in a differ​ent phase of life.

‘L​ooking back’

How have we ​come here?

What have we ​done?

Am i who they​ say i am? ​

Can i be more​ than i have​ become?​

‘i​n form’

Two men ​underneath a ​vulvaesque ​flower. Unable ​to look at her. ​Some ​semblance of ​shame laced in ​their touch.

Her like a pure ​force of love. ​Radiating and ​lush.

M​ore aphrodite….

‘S​ister i see you’

Like a commanding force of femininity. As if the ​flower is the sisterhood holding this women up as ​she basks in all it is to be a women.

Unafraid, unashamed, in a total embrace of her ​wicked female ways.

On a platform of grace.

The reclaimation of sisterhood is pumping through ​the veins of this piece, each petal an embrace. A ​sister singing up her praise.

Feel that power pumping through your veins like ​the echo of a heart on fire.

‘A shadow of ​doubt ’

A man surrounded by the thorns of protection. ​Thorns that create a deep longing and sadness.

Yes he stands tall, utterly safe, yet completely ​untouched. Like he has had to hold his head high ​for just one day too long.

Like he clipped his own wings and they are ​desperate to grow back. But perhaps it is too late ​now, he has already walked his path. Face lined ​with regrets and missed opportunity to laugh.

Heavy is that head that longs for the crown, heavy ​is the head that chose to bow down.

‘The eros of a boy’

‘WHISPERS OF A MAN’

The boy meets ​the man, can he ​hold them both ​in his hands. ​Where does he ​turn, where can ​he land.

‘Sweet as a peach could ​be’​

I painted this day 2 of my ​bleed in a session of art ​therapy. It felt rebellious in ​its beauty. Representative ​of so many things. So ​many facets of a human ​being.

‘​The core’

An encapsulation of the ​layers of the earth. May it ​offer you a trip to the core ​of it all, may it offer you a ​moment of peace.

‘​The esssence of me’

This is a wonderland of ​pockets of all i can be. ​Each time i look i see a ​new part of myself glowi​ng back to me. When i lo​ok into this i feel free​.

I work out of Mycellium studios, ​Brunswick Victoria

Located in Naarm on Wurundjeri Woi-​wurring country, Kulin nation

I acknowledge them as the true and ​rightful custodians of the unceded ​land upon which I live, work and play. ​I pay my respects to elders past, ​present and future and to all First ​Nations people.

May we remember what it truly is to ​care for this land and to honour ​sacred life.