The Long Pause: On the Nature of Multidimensional Intuitive Surrealism

It’s been a minute.

Not because I’ve stopped creating—far from it. Creation is my constant. It pulses through everything I touch, whether I’m sculpting folk artifacts, shaping ritual fragments, or tending to the seedlings of generational repair. But Multidimensional Intuitive Surrealism is a different kind of offering. It doesn’t arrive on demand. It doesn’t respond to deadlines or discipline in the usual sense. It waits for the rupture. For the image that insists on being born.

This genre—this transmission—requires intuition. Not just inspiration, but a kind of mythic listening. A surrender to the unseen. And that can’t be rushed.

Sometimes the images come in waves. Sometimes they don’t come for months. Sometimes years. The muse doesn’t send calendar invites. She arrives when the architecture is ready—when the internal scaffolding has been shaped through other acts of repair, through other forms of creation that keep the channel clean.

When I’m not working in this genre, I’m still creating. I’m sculpting with natural materials, shaping lineage-bearing brooches, restoring sanctums through folk art, and patterning ritual tags that carry transmission. These acts are no less sacred. They are the soil from which the surreal may one day bloom again.

But Multidimensional Intuitive Surrealism requires a different kind of readiness. It requires the kind of silence that listens. The kind of pause that isn’t absence, but incubation. It’s not a lack of productivity—it’s a refusal to perform. A refusal to feed spectacle. A commitment to clarity.

I don’t force it. I won’t.

The long pause is part of the process. It’s how this genre works. It’s how the surreal arrives clean, not churned. When the image comes, I’ll be ready. But until then, I honor the pause. I honor the discipline of waiting. I honor the muse’s refusal to be commodified.

This is not a loop. It’s a lineage.

And when the next piece arrives, it will carry that clarity. It will ripple beyond me. It will be real.