There was once a Goddess. A Mother. A Creative force to be respected.
Then her name was taken from the books, and a new idea of feminine weakness and villainy was put in her place.
This album is the sound of her remembering.
The Petrified Divine is a long-form ambient work told in acts — a mythology of the suppressed feminine divine, drawn from older threads than the doctrine that buried her: the animism that named the rivers and the trees, the gnostic texts that called the loud god of this world by another name, the serpent at the foot of the tree who was never the enemy but the one who knew the truth.
She was made into rebel. Made into nemesis. Made into the thing whispered about and feared. But the older traditions remember her as creation itself — intelligence, knowing, the green pulse beneath the stone.
Each song is a movement. Her standing. Her marching. Her falling. Her waiting in the rain. Her rising again. The visual world of the work lives in cracked statuary, deep tides of blue and charcoal, the faint green of moss returning to ruined things — because what is petrified is not gone. Stone is only the long memory of something that was once alive.
The image here belongs to the act of her setback. Not defeat. The breath between blows, where she gathers herself in the rain and listens for her own pulse.
She does not quit. She has too long a memory.
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This album is currently in production.