Periwinkle never sleeps. Where she lives it’s perpetually sundown. The time of day where the ground glitters and skies are blue-violet, kissed with pastel ease. Mountains tower all around and giant lakes lie with lillies always in bloom. Darkness never looms. Time does not pass where she exists. And so, as way to dream, Periwinkle paints instead. Brush dipped in pots of galactic colour, she sweeps worlds in and out of existence. Different lives and lifetimes animate as soft bristles waltz across her canvas. 

Again, and again, just as dreams reveal various parts of the dreamer, Periwinkle paints the birth and death of different versions of herself. Scrunched up newborn faces aging into bright-eyed children with laughter lines. The roar of a woman in labour, beads of sweat painted across her brow. An elder bowing in gratitude for a long life, lived full before being swept away. Various incarnations of Periwinkle fall in and out of focus as the splash of her paint and spill of her water create different moods, different weather, different moments to steep in. Her artistry is a dance, one of cosmic curiosity. She gazes at the paint like an astronomer contemplates the night. It is a unification with God. God is the canvas, and also the brush. God is the paint, the colour, the hand, the trance. 

One day, in the vast endlessness of faces, in the sea of Periwinkle’s forever dreams - a new life was painted. Paige. A darling girl - brown hair, wild heart. Paige grew into a world of many wonders. Every detail of her life coloured by Periwinkle’s brush. The mountains that stood tall around the small-town she was born in. The parents who named her: Her father’s hands that built their stone house, her mother’s nurturing heart who made it home. Periwinkle painted the ponds and streams that Paige splashed in with her siblings and best friend. She painted the church that nourished her childhood years, the face of the person she would marry. A man born to the greats of the church, those of whom statues now stand and the history books hold with penchant. Periwinkle painted their wedding. The birth of their four beautiful children.

Whilst Paige was in many ways just one of infinite lives that Periwinkle brought into existence, she was too, a different kind of soul. Unlike the rest of the figures and shadows brought to and from Periwinkle’s canvases, Paige sensed there was something more, a painter in the great beyond. A voice in lands void of time and space, holding  answers to questions her soul yearned to understand. Paige became increasingly curious about what lay beyond the small world she knew. Through daydreams and internal tugs, she questioned. Was there more in this world that was meant for her? And might her gentle prayers be heard - to know what lived beyond her current horizon?

Periwinkle, feeling Paige’s prayers, took particular interest in where her life may lead. With three sons and a tail end tomboy princess, Paige had fostered a life by the mountains and lakes. She mothered with all of her heart and blessed her children with all the lessons and love she had to offer. And yet, despite the wonder of her life, and the safe-haven she was given, Paige’s soul wished for an unsavoured freedom. Freedom to question, to let life’s curiosities pave the way to a new way of being. It was something she sensed, but could not name, for she had never tasted it.

One night, in their small cabin, a fire crackled and food was served. The day had been long, filled with merriment and adventure. Paige looked out to the silhouetted mountains on the horizon, and dared to dream a little further. “If you’re out there, if you can hear me, show me the way to you” she whispered to the stars. And they winked, whispers received.  When the sun rose again,  the morning was filled with a new kind of light and Paige awoke with a refreshed gaze. Gentle - hopeful.

By the lake that day, Paige found a flock of nymphs - dragonfly babies nuzzled into an underwater world by the banks. She sensed their submerged safety. Gazing  down to them, her insides quivered with recognition. Even though she had small children of her own, like the nymphs she was still the cocooned child, yet to fly. Her wings were yet to grow, her spirit yet to stretch beyond the simple life she had always known. She hoped a new existence had been activated, unlocked by the blessing from the stars. . One with unfathomable growings, laden with answers to questions she had for so long been calling in.

Paige journeyed daily to greet the nymphs. Stared at them as though a mirror for her own sheltered life. She marvelled at their gentle writhing. As the sun shone into their underwater home, Paige began to notice  a shimmering. With each instar - each transformation - their bodies glittered a little more, the water around them turning blue-violet. Paige realised these tiny beings of Periwinkle’s world were a personal message painted into existence.  Awash  in self-recognition, she knew their iridescent potential was her own - yet to be claimed.

Periwinkle smiled. The reciprocity of this moment made for a special kind of divinity - an entwining of worlds. Meditative, Periwinkle gazed to Paige as Paige gazed to the nymphs. Lifetimes began to unlock, and as timeless as Periwinkle’s world had been, a significant investment in existence itself was felt. 

Inspired to paint further, Periwinkle summoned new colours and continued to brush life into Paige. And as she painted colour onto Paige’s body, a wondrous phenomenon occurred: the same colours appeared on her own! The iridescent gifts that glowed from Paige emanated through Periwinkle too. When Paige’s brush took to canvas, her strokes synchronised with those of her painter. Destined to emerge, Periwinkle had painted herself into a body. Into self-recognition so deep it was healing. One in the same, Paige was Periwinkle - and Periwinkle, Paige. 

Sure enough, just as the nymphs found their wings, and flew to their next chapters, Paige was born into transformed realms too. More detailed with every stroke of Periwinkle’s brush, the light and dark inspired a life of new dimensions for Paige.  Wings were painted upon her back and gifts were planted into her hands. The faces that surrounded her found different expressions. Some were fearful, others intrigued, yet they all felt the magic that wrapped Paige now.

You can find Paige in the liminal space, painting worlds into existence. She spends her days ushering transformation and infusing souls into portraits, faces that beam and radiate their true colours. Walk the land with her to meet yourself deeply and ally with earth and element . Retreat into her space to hear your inner voice and  resonate with your own existence.   Dance with her to release stagnation and bring fresh pieces of yourself to life. Connected to the cyclical world and multidimensional in her service, Paige invites you to pick up a brush, and paint.