I created this charcoal drawing, finishing it just a few days ago; the pelvis—a seat of birth and becoming—lies open, cradling within it the softest of potentials: a bird’s nest, fragile and waiting. Two eggs rest quietly in this hollow, where once, life itself has been nourished and held. The pelvis, the gateway of creation, now bears witness to the quiet pause before new life stirs—a moment heavy with anticipation, timeless in its stillness.
From the base of the spine, an orchid blossoms—its petals tender, erotic, a reminder that all life begins with the pulse of desire. This flower, anchored in the bones of the body, grow impossibly out of the vertebrae, linking sensuality with the deeper rhythms of the earth. The orchid speaks to the sacred erotic—the way life is woven through the body, through blood and bone, through the power of creation itself. Its blooms echo genitalia, soft and unapologetic, opening toward the air in both beauty and vulnerability.
A bird hovers, wings poised in mid-motion, drawn toward the life before it—the eggs, the blooms, the raw vitality embedded in this image. The bird, like a soul in transition, feels suspended between birth and death, between holding on and letting go. There is a sense that it is both witness and participant in this unfolding cycle, drawn toward the tender dance of life and loss, creation and surrender.
The charcoal’s grainy texture mirrors the body’s own complexity, reminding us that the sacred is also visceral. Here, in the interplay between the pelvis and spine, the nest and the orchid, we find the story of the divine feminine: not just as life-giver, but as a force of transformation. She is the body that holds and releases, that creates and lets go, the fertile ground of life and the quiet threshold of death.
Soon to come: The complimentary Divine Masculine.
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Wren Erdös 