When the circle ends, the horizon begins 

This painting tells the story of someone who had been living a quiet, simple life—yet walking in circles, repeating old patterns without realizing it. 

Their psilocybin journey marked a turning point. 

After years of circling, something shifted. A new path opened—one they had never seen before. And there, at the edge of the familiar, they encountered the Serpent.

The Serpent didn’t frighten them. It whispered. 

It became a guide.  It led them through mystery and movement, into new terrain filled with light, possibility, and golden horizons. They began to walk again—but this time, as an explorer. With purpose.  With sun on their face. They had crossed a threshold. The old spiral had ended.