WATER POWER : the principle of incubation

SUBMERGE * SECRET * CONFESSION

The submerged siren of boundaryless briny depths, the Queen of Cups connects us to our fathomless feeling life, protectress of our secret diaries and midnight confessions. Slippery, sensitized, and wed to the watery waves of our emotion oceans, we call upon this Queen to remember our connection to the invisible. 

Turf: Islands, coastlines, and swamplands. Big Sur and dead of night on the Bayou. The west of Ireland. The belly of the ship. The end of the pier. 

Boudoir: Salty, soft, evanescent, incense scents that emanate and dissipate. Ombré, balayage, and shimmery shell tones. Lockets, veils, and plunging necklines. 

Feast: On the half-shell and freshly found in the ether. Raw bars. Elixirs. Melted ice cream and cappuccino foam. 

At Large: Find this Queen in your dreams. In deliciously strange synchronicities and overwhelming feelings. In your longings and the loosening of your limits. Tucked beneath the bed and under your sheets.

Anthems: “Here Comes the Rain Again,” Eurythmics. Rolling in the Deep,” Adele. “Bette Davis Eyes,” Kim Carnes. “The Host of Seraphim,” Dead Can Dance.