Canopic Jars South

SOUTH

Amseti with the liver supported by the goddess Isis.

The feet, the city of Hierakonpolis in Upper Egypt.

Isis Feeding Horus. The Met Museum, NY

“The rose of Jericho, the flower of the desert, the

symbol of resurrection closes and opens with the

morning dew. Her story like all good tales must reach

an ending.She paid homage to the neters, who gently

faciliated yet another closing with the promise of

resurrection.” Genie Poretzky-Lee.

They are random explorations.Planting life into enclosed glass containers allows her to participate in the union of mysteries where various elements come together in an impulse of unfolding germination and growth. This art form is a science that permits her to observe the constant change between the flow of life and death, a union between the visual and the revelatory, an experience in time of constant change and transformation.

“What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow out of this stony rubbish?” TS Elliot

I, who am Nature, the parent of things, the Queen of all the elements, the primordial progeny of ages, the supreme of divinities, the sovereign of the spirits of the dead, the first of the celestials and the uniform resemblance of gods and goddesses. I who rule by my nod the luminous summit of the heavens, the salubrious breezes of the sea, and the deplorable silences of the realms beneath, and whose one divinity the whole orb of the earth venerates under a manifold form, by different rites and a variety of appellations. Hence the primordial [...] Egyptians skilled in ancient learning, worshipping me by ceremonies perfectly appropriate, call me by my true name, Queen Isis. (Mary Anne Atwood, 1920, 226)