Ksenya Verse

FABRIC OF CREATION

I’ve spent my life living inside every form of creative ventures - from violin, ballet, painting, performance to sacred geometry, quantum physics, chemistry, science, and spiritual studies.

Every discipline, every medium, every theory I could reach became part of one single pursuit: to understand the hidden order behind the reality.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve lived at the crossroads of science and mysticism, hunting a pattern I could feel but not name. The questions that shaped my existence were always the same: Who are we? What is this place? Why are we here? The search for answers became an obsession, a silent calling that only grew louder with time.

I studied endlessly, spoke with many, meditated, painted, played music, and yet, nothing fit together. The world remained a puzzle whose pieces refused to align.

Since childhood, my hand has painted in repeating spirals. No matter how I tried to change it, my brush would return to the same circular rhythm, over and over again. I thought it was just my “technique.” I tried to break free, to be spontaneous, but the spiral always came back. It was in every cloud, every tree, every horizon I painted.

After years of fighting this repetition, one day I stopped resisting and asked myself:

What am I actually doing?

For the first time, I took a pencil - I never sketch, I always paint directly, and let my hand move freely, without control...

What appeared on paper shocked me: a perfectly proportioned Fibonacci spiral, drawn in minutes, without tools, calculation, or prior training in geometry.

I had unknowingly drawn, and been painting for decades - the mathematical code of creation itself.

I realized the pattern I’d been searching for was moving through me all along.

I began researching everywhere I could, looking for precedent. None existed. No artist in recorded history had produced a mathematically accurate Golden Ratio, Fibonacci form intuitively, without instruments or study. Yet there it was, flowing effortlessly from my hand!

And when I looked back at my older paintings, I saw it everywhere spiraling through clouds, light, and form, hidden in plain sight

What began as intuition revealed itself as something far greater - a force using my hand to record what cannot be seen. Since that day in 2024, every brushstroke carries that same intelligence, that same perfect geometry. My work is no longer simply art - it is a recording unseen Fabric of Creation

Before time, before form, before the first light ignited the void - there was the spiral.

The original force. The unseen architect. The silent Code from which all creation unfolds.

It is not random, nor merely mathematical - it is the breath of the universe itself, spiraling outward in infinite expansion

In my paintings the light you see is not just light, but a movement, intelligence, memory. What appears as clouds and glow is, in truth, the mechanics of existence: the Merkaba fields spinning reality into motion, the Lotus Breathing pattern through which life force flows, the Kathara Grid - the hidden structure holding all dimensions in balance and many more names it holds.

To stand before these works is to feel rather than to see. Something ancient stirs - something forgotten, yet intimately known. The spiral does not end. It is the force that breathes you, that moves you, that calls you back to what you have always been: Limitless.