I've always done my best to escape my pain, my sadness, my grief with drugs, and anything I could find. It was the only thing that helped until it didn't. Suddenly forced to sit with myself while more and more fell apart with no escape, I turned to art to colors.. my palm reading astrologer Nova, looked at my chart and read my palms. And she saw clearly that I am what they call a Phoenix soul, that I was marked with very rare placements, lines, and symbols in my hands. This is when I found my purpose to heal through art.

   I don't need my art to hang in a museum or gallery. I want it to sit in the home of someone who needs it. Someone who can feel the power, the flame underneath the paint- and know they're seen. I carry whispers from the void, a light the shadows can't erase. I am the flame that never dies, when I burn, I still rise. I want to show those who burn that they can still choose to rise. We are all sacred and powerful, let's start acting like it.

                                                                    The Phoenix,

                                                                            A. Birdy

Please feel free to contact me: riserebelcreateabirdy@gmail.com

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