Nature Forces

Working with the plants has increased my ability to work at a very subtle level mediumistically with my art. This has mainly manifested in attunment to the traditions of working with the Orixas ~ an African pantheon of divine nature forces.

This has happened naturally through my connection to plants, and through my dreams. I feel very humbled by the connection and African Brazilian culture that has supported this connection. The plants, visions, songs, dance and rhythms dedicated to these natural forces makes me make art.

This work to date is a study. I am refinining it. I have many pieces but how I am working alongside the plants, and this mediumistic process with the Orixas is still in a process.

Below is a selection - also please see instagram where I post a few images. If any touch you, I’d love to know, and most pieces are available as a print or original. Just get in touch direct. Thank you, Elle.

  • Iemanja, Ewa, Oxum ~ watercolour

  • Mother of the Ibeiji, 2024 ~ ink

  • Preta Velha of the Rosemary ~ charcoal, 2025

  • PombaGira, 2024 ~ charcoal

  • Eleyin Omo Yemoja, 2023 ~ Charocoal a1

  • Xango Love in the Mountain, 2025 ~ acrylic on wooden panel

Yemanjá fine art print
Yemanjá fine art print
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Oxumare. Charcoal on paper. March 2024 Drawings from resonance.
Oxumare. Charcoal on paper. March 2024 Drawings from resonance.
Caboclo. Charcoal on paper. March 2025. Drawings from resonance.
Caboclo. Charcoal on paper. March 2025. Drawings from resonance.
It's a feeling of needing to move that makes me paint. A translation.... ☆ Yemanja, betray her and angry dragons lie in wait. She's suffers no fools. No fools at all. All washed away.
It's a feeling of needing to move that makes me paint. A translation.... ☆ Yemanja, betray her and angry dragons lie in wait. She's suffers no fools. No fools at all. All washed away.
Sketching after ceremony is the way my body best can translate the energies danced with, songs still singing, the rhythms reverberating...sound gets transcribed into image, and cultural memories stored deep inside resonate remembering..... ♡ Oba has
Sketching after ceremony is the way my body best can translate the energies danced with, songs still singing, the rhythms reverberating...sound gets transcribed into image, and cultural memories stored deep inside resonate remembering..... ♡ Oba has gone deep into my heart. #Oba
Such an honour for me to see my work on people's walls. ♡ Especially #iemanja
Such an honour for me to see my work on people's walls. ♡ Especially #iemanja
Making art for ceremony ♡ My favourite form of devotion, to make art and altars. #art #frequency #nature Grateful to @saravaoxala
Making art for ceremony ♡ My favourite form of devotion, to make art and altars. #art #frequency #nature Grateful to @saravaoxala
Finding centre no matter what moves. No longer the seeker but the seer. Letting yourself free. #Oya
Finding centre no matter what moves. No longer the seeker but the seer. Letting yourself free. #Oya
The moon in her heart, her loyal caboclos will be out in the dark, collecting the sediment from under the lake. Nana takes you into her arms. Sleep. Healing is needed.
The moon in her heart, her loyal caboclos will be out in the dark, collecting the sediment from under the lake. Nana takes you into her arms. Sleep. Healing is needed.
Last night I dreamt of the Orixá Nanã, I was putting my hands through the road to get to the mud underneath the tarmac so I could paint my face with her clay. A choir sang, all with mud on their faces. Draped in a purple cloak she ent
Last night I dreamt of the Orixá Nanã, I was putting my hands through the road to get to the mud underneath the tarmac so I could paint my face with her clay. A choir sang, all with mud on their faces. Draped in a purple cloak she entered my energy field and became me, or, I became her. I found myself taking a woman into my arms, wrapping her in the purple cloak and rocking her to heal her while singing to Exu. It was so strong I began to wake up to lights flashing in my room...but holding onto the dream, my father then arrived, and told me before I woke up and the dream ended I had to receive some markings from Obaluae...they were like stickers and preceded with urgency to attach these markings to my left wrist, as tools to remember to use to heal others. Trusting the magic of these dreams ♡ In awe of this tradition and the spiritual world. #nanaboroque #nanaburuku #Obaluae #exu #dreams #mediumship #orixás #nanãburuquê #ancestor ~ watercolour on paper "Nanã at work" ♡
Sketching, becomes story-making. From unconscious places, spirits make themselves known. Inner nature, finding it's way through. The Orishas touching me from a place of dream-like-somatic-reality that is simply unexplainable other than understanding
Sketching, becomes story-making. From unconscious places, spirits make themselves known. Inner nature, finding it's way through. The Orishas touching me from a place of dream-like-somatic-reality that is simply unexplainable other than understanding the subtle field of energies, ancestral pulses, electricity. Formless, becomes form. Trusting in creativity....☆ #mediumship #art #spiritualworld
Oxumare. Charcoal on paper. March 2024 Drawings from resonance. Caboclo. Charcoal on paper. March 2025. Drawings from resonance. It's a feeling of needing to move that makes me paint. A translation.... ☆ Yemanja, betray her and angry dragons lie in wait. She's suffers no fools. No fools at all. All washed away. Sketching after ceremony is the way my body best can translate the energies danced with, songs still singing, the rhythms reverberating...sound gets transcribed into image, and cultural memories stored deep inside resonate remembering..... ♡ Oba has Such an honour for me to see my work on people's walls. ♡ Especially #iemanja Making art for ceremony ♡ My favourite form of devotion, to make art and altars. #art #frequency #nature Grateful to @saravaoxala Finding centre no matter what moves. No longer the seeker but the seer. Letting yourself free. #Oya The moon in her heart, her loyal caboclos will be out in the dark, collecting the sediment from under the lake. Nana takes you into her arms. Sleep. Healing is needed. Last night I dreamt of the Orixá Nanã, I was putting my hands through the road to get to the mud underneath the tarmac so I could paint my face with her clay. A choir sang, all with mud on their faces. Draped in a purple cloak she ent Sketching, becomes story-making. From unconscious places, spirits make themselves known. Inner nature, finding it's way through. The Orishas touching me from a place of dream-like-somatic-reality that is simply unexplainable other than understanding