Support the show:https://www.paypal.me/Truelifepodcast?locale.x=en_US Buy Grow kit: https://modernmushroomcultivation.com/ This Band willl Blow your Mind! Codex Serafini: https://codexserafini.bandcamp.com/album/the-imprecation-of-anima Introducing Nuwan Shilpa Hennayake: The Seeker of Sublime Visions From the lush landscapes of Sri Lanka emerges a visionary artist whose canvas becomes a portal to the unseen — Nuwan Shilpa Hennayake. With each brushstroke, He dances on the edge of reality and dream, capturing the intricate beauty that lies hidden within matter and mind. His work is more than art; it is a revelation born from the depths of psychedelic and visionary states of consciousness. Nuwan’s creations invite us to witness the sublime, to peer into the kaleidoscope of existence where the micro and macro intertwine, forming patterns of profound complexity. In his pursuit, He becomes both artist and explorer, translating the ineffable into vivid expressions that stir the soul. Prepare to journey beyond the veil, guided by a hand that paints not just with color, but with wonder. Here’s a list of epic questions inspired by Nuwan Shilpa Hennayake’s artistic journey: 1. The Call to Create: What first drew you to explore the unseen realms through art? Was there a moment when you felt the call to capture these visions? 2. The Visionary’s Lens: How do psychedelic and visionary states shape your artistic process? Do the images come fully formed, or do they reveal themselves as you create? 3. Between Matter and Mind: You speak of the micro and macro intertwining in your work. How do you translate those invisible patterns into something we can see and feel? 4. The Artist as Explorer: Do you consider yourself more of an artist, a seeker, or a translator of hidden truths? Or perhaps all three? 5. Dancing with the Unknown: What is the most profound vision you’ve ever experienced, and how did it find its way into your art? 6. Colors of Consciousness: How do you choose your color palettes? Do the hues hold symbolic meaning, or do they emerge intuitively? 7. Portal to the Sublime: When someone gazes into one of your pieces, what do you hope they experience or discover within themselves? 8. The Artistic Journey: Has creating these works changed you as a person? Do you feel a deeper connection to the world — or perhaps something beyond it? 9. Facing the Abyss: Are there ever moments of fear or hesitation when diving into these realms? How do you navigate the darker aspects of visionary experiences? 10. Legacy of Light: If your art could leave behind one message or feeling for future generations, what would it be? Would you like me to refine these, or add some poetic flare to make them even more evocative? Let me know! XX https://tr.ee/h32fLncZ1o https://linktr.ee/nuwanshilpa?utm_source=linktree_profile_share<sid=8cf5c4dd-715f-414f-9f8c-048d772c3853 Genesis of the Awakened Before the dawn dared kiss the sky, The void reclined, wet-lipped, and sly. A hush, a throb, a molten ache — The dark arched back, prepared to break. Time slipped soft, like silken thighs, Parted wide beneath black skies. The cosmos shuddered, slick with night, As starlight dripped from veins of light. Eros stirred, with trembling hands, To trace the curve of astral lands. Galaxies gasped, their breaths unstrung, As moaning void and dawn were wrung. Serpents coiled in fevered dance, Fangs to flesh, a sharp romance. The ouroboros kissed its tail, A spiral thrust through star and veil. Each pulse, a prayer, a tender plea — A universe in ecstasy. Beneath the weight of dark’s demand, Creation bloomed at love’s command. Time convulsed, a slick cascade, As shadows spilled and stars obeyed. A velvet thrust, a crimson spark — Eternity, unclothed and dark. The veil unstitched, the heavens wide, As dawn slid soft between the tide. Galaxies quaked beneath the flood — A scream, a pulse, a rush of blood. Light collapsed, its edges curled, As pleasure tore apart the world. No god, no law, no whispered past — Just bodies writhing, fierce and vast. The void, a mouth, consumed the flame, And whispered low creation’s name. A gasp, a cry, a final thrust — The dark gave birth to love and dust. Stand with me, where shadows break, Where night and day begin to quake. The stars will burn, the dark will seethe — Yet only those who die may breathe. Dreamer, dreamed — a woven thread, Spun from lust where gods have bled. The Logos moaned, a trembling hymn, A lover’s voice, uncoiled and dim. No mercy here, no soft unknown — We are the spark. We are the bone. A trembling gasp, a cry, a flame — Awake, arise — and take your name. Support the show:https://www.paypal.me/Truelifepodcast?locale.x=en_US Check out our YouTube:https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLPzfOaFtA1hF8UhnuvOQnTgKcIYPI9Ni9&si=Jgg9ATGwzhzdmjkg Grow your own:https://modernmushroomcultivation.com/ This Band Will Blow Your Mind: Codex Serafinihttps://codexserafini.bandcamp.com/album/the-imprecation-of-anima
