Divine Feminine Artwork

A Note From the Artist:

I've never really seen anything like this, and honestly, a part of me doesn’t know why I feel the need to—but I need to tell you about this gallery before you truly step into my world. Because that’s essentially what you're doing when you look at my art. You're seeing all the thoughts I never said out loud—the endless critiques, the praise, the awe, the wonder, the frustration, the grief.

These pieces… they hold every part of me.
My soul dwells here.

I don’t fully know why, but painting has taken me to some of the deepest places within myself. This is where I unlocked my magic. This is where I found my inner landscape of heaven. This is my ceremony, my prayer. This is where I’ve purged—and continue to purge—my shitty beliefs and stories about not being good enough. Even in sharing this work, I feel those layers melting off.

I put off working on this part of my business—this gallery, this shop—for a long time, because none of my work ever felt finished or good enough. Every piece feels like a journey, a relationship, a life of its own. And with any relationship, how do you know when it’s over? How deep will it take you? Where do you bring more harmony, more balance?

And then there's the truth: the last 10-20% of a painting feels excruciating for me. I haven’t fully figured out why. Is it self-sabotage? A lack of discipline? Or maybe it’s that loud-ass belief:
I’m not good enough.
Ding ding ding.

That belief has echoed inside me louder than I care to admit. It’s felt safer to leave things “unfinished,” because who’s really going to judge a work in progress? I could always say, I’m still working on it, and let that be proof of some invisible greatness I haven’t fully dared to own.

Moving to Hawai’i was one of the deepest “letting go’s” of my life—especially as an artist. Suddenly, I was surrendering to everything as it was. Truthfully, I was SO damn excited to just… start over with my art. And yeah, a part of me regrets not going deeper with some of these pieces. It’s hard to see your own potential and not follow through. I’ve been learning that in so many areas of life.

I know how great I could be.
I know I could have a powerful impact—if I really surrendered to the version of me that wants to be born.
Just like these paintings being birthed into masterpieces, I feel something within me asking to be fully realized.

I’m not here for perfectionism anymore. I’m here for greatness.
For truth, beauty, wildness, play, and sacred alignment.

So here’s my experiment:
What if I go ALL IN—on my art, on my prayers, on my aliveness?
What if I say yes to the beauty of being human in this wild, sacred time we’re in—what I’d call the beginning of the next golden age?

I really want to see what happens if I do that...

But for now, I share with you the parts of me that never quite “finished,” but walked with me like teachers. These paintings journeyed with me. They taught me about myself. I unlocked portals through these landscapes, through the endless waves of color and my musings on nature's seduction and Spirit.

God found me here.

And I dare say God is using my hands to bring through visions that feel almost unreal—like true love, union, and heaven on earth.

Sometimes I have no idea what I’m going to paint… and I’m completely blown away by what comes through.

Okay—that’s my spiel.

Go check it out. And if one of these originals speaks to you, reach out.
5% of profits go to support survivors of sex trafficking in the DFW.

-Peyton Quinn Baker