That was the deep uncanny mine of souls.
Like veins of silver ore, they silently
moved through its massive darkness.
— Rainer Maria Rilke, ‘Orpheus. Eurydike. Hermes.’
PYROCLAST is an ongoing metamorphosis and healing process rooted half in reality, half in the unseen. A digger journeying through nocturnal visions, I always carried a mysterious and deep ocean within, a powerful forge. Intuition and guidance come to me in dreams, and I started to archive mine and practice oneiromancy as a young child. My rich inner world is like a golden abyss, a whale rising from the depths to breathe under moonlight. The place where I sleep is my own sibylline oracular shrine, or sleep temple. I enter it with reverence to incubate, then transcribe the messages of such chthonian realms in a poetic way. Sentences, animal guides, otherworldly guardians, and intuitive truths are collected like treasures.
© Eva Wollenberg