Art for Projectors II

I have a soft spot those known as Projectors in the world of Human Design. All three of my children are, and my mother was, a Projector. As are many of my closest friends.

I feel for the struggles you can have trying to fit in with a sacral world; the pressure to go go go rubbing up against you more than most. I see your need for rest and I honour it.

I have such a huge respect for your ability to see the potential in the world, people and projects that others cannot see. I know how wise your guidance and perspectives are.

What I also see is that sometimes you forget you are like gold dust.

You are here to rest and wonder and dream about whatever is magical to you, then show up briefly and with a tiny touch, make a huge ripple in the world by guiding all us sacral beings.

I created this mini oil painting for you.

The colours contains the depth and the power of you, the space and the presence. The lines contain the scars you likely carry in your heart from not fitting and wondering what was wrong with you (before you realised you were a beautifully-designed Projector). Each is completely unique.

And the gold dust? Well, I already explained the gold dust.