Description
A giclee fine art print from my painting “The Bringer of New Life”
Artist: Michael Francis Lott
Size: 10×10″ with a half inch border on each side.
This giclee art print is created with high quality archival inks made to last hundreds of years and is printed on fine art canvas paper.
All prints will be packed in a plastic sleeve, and a cardboard insert for extra security. If your print is extra large, it will be shipped in a mailing tube for extra protection.
Here’s my inspiration behind this piece:
“September, 2021
It’s been almost 1 year since I’ve moved to New Mexico from Northern Cali. And this past year has been one of the most transformative years of my life. I feel like I am almost unrecognizable from the person that I was a year ago.
It’s been a year of birthing very deep parts of myself, where I have been holding space for something to die within me, so that something new may emerge.
When I first got to Taos last fall, I went through one of the most lonely and isolating seasons of my life. A close friend had just passed away. I went through a major break-up. I lost my stable source of income, and I moved to a town across the country where I knew basically no one (in the midst of a pandemic lockdown).
When I got here, I moved into an earthship outside of town, out in the middle of a vast ocean of sagebrush, where I could see as far as my eyes would allow me. Being out in the spaciousness of the desert was reminisce of living by the ocean, which I had done for most of my life.
The desert sunsets carried a similar feeling of gazing into the ocean waters, and watching the sun fall upon the horizon, transfiguring the endless vastitude of space and sky into a symphonic display of glowing color and light.
The isolation for the first several months of being out here was intense. As winter rolled in shortly after my move, the ocean of sage soon became a white blanketed sea of snow. And the cold in the air was dry and sharp to the bone. The bleakness of winter seemed to perfectly reflect a coldness within me, heralding an internal death.
This darkness, this isolation, was my greatest teacher. Because within it, I had to come to terms with the ending of a cycle. A death. I had to feel on a deep and visceral level the passing of a very close friend, and the ending of a very significant partnership. And the death that I was processing of these close relationships, mirrored the death of something in me.
Being virtually isolated for several months, through the depth of winter during the lockdown, there was no-one around to distract me. With nothing but my own shadows cast upon the walls surrounding me, I seemed to involuntarily be initiated into a very intense game of hide and seek with the demons that had been lurking within my psyche.
The grief.
The guilt.
The shame.
The loss.
The powerlessness.
Absolutely horrified by the darkness that I was experiencing, I questioned my sanity and my connection with God more intensely than I ever had.
As I took my pain and confusion to my inner alter of prayer, I heard a quiet and gentle voice responding to my disarray. This soft and compassionate voice was extending itself to guide me through this threshold:
“How can you come to know the fullness of your light, without facing the depths of your darkness?
How can you know the truth of your faith, without facing the mirage of your doubts?
How can you know the strength of your courage, without facing what you fear the most?
And how can you be reborn, without allowing parts of yourself to die?
Michael, what you are going through is sacred. Allow it to initiate you. It only in the soil of your faith, where miracles can bloom. Trust, and allow the miraculous.”
This loving and compassionate voice was my saving grace through this dark night of the soul. I made the choice to put my full faith in what it was telling me, and I allowed it to guide me through this disorienting cycle.
And sure enough, the seasons of the Earth seem to mirror the seasons of the soul. With the emergence of spring, I bore witness to a profound blossoming within myself.
Outside my windows, I could see the desert landscape coming alive again, as vitality returned to the sagebrush, where there was now endless dots of green sprinkled amongst the vastitude of sandy orange salmon-colored earth. The skies changed from a sleepy cloudy grey, to a vibrant open blue. The days began to grow longer again, as the Sun baptized the Earth as a bringer of new life.
As Earth was resurrected from its cold, wintery slumber, so was my spirit.
Out of doubt, grew faith.
Out of fear, grew courage.
Out of weakness, grew strength.
And out of death, grew new life.
Since coming out of this recent dark night, my professional life as a intuitive healer has grown and expanded exponentially, in ways that I previously couldn’t have even imagined. My artwork has blossomed in miraculous new ways (thanks to my recent collaborative projects with Nathan), and my views on relationships and connection have evolved tenfold.
And most importantly, my connection to God, and to myself, has never been stronger.
And so when I see the state of the world right now, in all of its confusion, disarray, and fear – in all of its “death”, I can’t help but acknowledge that there is something new being born in the midst of it all.
Through the turmoil, I know that humanity’s collective soul is awakening.
There is a birth happening.
And I am here to hold space for this birth.
Because I have learned how to hold space for this birth within myself.
When we know what is on the other side of death, we realize there is nothing to be afraid of.
Whether it is the death of a relationship, a job, a loved one, or the death of the world as we have come to know it – we must understand that there is always a continuum.
Because there is something within us that never dies.
And that burning flame of the Eternal that shines within each and every one of our hearts – it is this that carries us through the passageway of death, into rebirth.
It is the bringer of new life.
And so this painting is a symbol of renewal, rebirth, and baptism. It is an acknowledgement of the Divine that blossoms within us through the thousands of mini deaths that we experience over the course of our lives.
Like I have expressed before, I believe the purpose of life is to give praise to God.
And so this piece is a statement of praise, honoring the Divine within us, that lives forever.”
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