As soon as we went into lockdown in March of 2020 I knew I had to paint with red/magenta. I knew I had to transition red into the light. Red as the color of life and death, love, great presence, the color of transition from stages of light to stages of dark and vice versa (sunrise/sunset) the color of budding, pushing new life of emerging plants in spring. Red is a fighter, victorious, triumphant, life affirming and a big presence. It moves us to the core. In this apocalyptic time of great dying, of so much loss on so many levels I turned to the Apocalypse of St. John to see how it all ends. In the Apocalypse it does eventually all end well. I focused my meditative inquiry on the sentence: “I am the shining morning star” from the very last page of the revelation every day before I painted. Whatever radiance I could generate with great concentration I then sent out into the world to help everybody everywhere. Waves and waves of it. This painting lingers in a shimmering sacred space with nodal points of joy in a vast inner ocean anchoring radiance into the world. Once a day one has to ignite the soul into radiance so that thousands of stars are singing in her.