My work emerges from what I experience as an internal imperative rather than an idea. In the case of Primeval Forest Mother I saw an ancient, wizened, animal-like woman in the center of a circle of some sort - the navel of a tree or within a group of trees. She was both joyful and all-knowing. When She finished with me I truly wondered who She was, why I had never heard of Her before and why She was showing up now. Here are the words I heard in response:
She who has always been. Born of the stars (weren't we all?) But she was first. A wild thing, part animal, part green, she beems in merriment, Bombadil-like.
Who is this ancient one that stalks our memories, encircled by the navel of a tree or within a circle of withes: root, branch, leaf and swelling fruit? Why does she now re-emerge, the wise one who knows our deep anxieties to be transient as a stubbed toe or broken toy- soon to heal or be forgotten?