The goddess who descended and returned. A single gold thread winds through a deep crimson body like a path walked down into the dark and back up again, whole. Inanna is integration — nothing shed that wasn't meant to be, nothing lost that mattered.
In Basia's words
Embracing all parts of yourself, the dark shadows and the light. Noticing both, and using them to reclaim and rebirth. Today I gave the dark shapes the same care as the bright ones. Every shape gets filled until it's full. By hand, no sketch underneath.
