The cells of life speak in dots,
not isolated, but woven,
like the constellations above
and the mycelium below.
In this living tapestry,
each mark tells a story
as First Nations art has always known,
each dot a breath,
each curve a songline
of ancestors and stars,
of country and kin.
Look into the microscope:
life dances in fractals.
Peer through the telescope:
the cosmos pulses in patterns.
And here in the brushstrokes,
the unseen becomes seen.
This is a remembering,
a message passed
from sky to soil,
from pigment to presence.
It is not new,
It is always.
Con Viv
painting by Emily / Dr Demeter
