The Portal: She Who Shapes Reality

This is not a flower.
It is a blueprint of becoming.
A clitoris-shaped cathedral of creation.
A map back to source.

Layered in fractal green, veined in magenta flame—this is the threshold every soul crosses to enter form. The architecture of pleasure-as-power. The divine intelligence of joy encoded in flesh.

To behold this is to remember:
Manifestation is not logic.
It is wet. Wild. Wombed.
It does not arrive on schedule—it erupts through permission.

This is not a symbol.
It is a spell.

She opens, and reality reshapes.

24" x 39" 

Acrylic on wood, sealed in acrylic looking wet and pitted