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
Locky was painted on the lake at Loch Sport, where wind, tide, and feeling meet. Spiral strokes track the push–pull of currents and the work of holding heat without hardening. Turquoise and green carry the breath of the etheric; rose warms the heart field; rusts steady the will. The name plays on loch/lock: a place and a threshold, what holds, what opens.