Soothsayer is Woman.
One that waits for no echo.
I painted her as a representation of power. Not the hierarchal kind but the kind that hums like powerlines. The kind at peace with itself, sufficient enough to no longer be looking back or ahead. A woman who’s eyes face out with an entire horizon of adoration. Of patience.
One that walks heavy to the corners of her hips and speaks just so it rings in her chest.
And when she gives herself to the world, she does so as a gift, not an exchange.
Like letting go of birds.