Exhibition Paintings 2020

Star man Mr. Three by Summerhill Lane

Exhibition Paintings 2020

Dear loved ones,

It has been over a week since I have written anything about anything, or even caught up with you and what you have been doing.  I disappeared for a little while in an effort to figure a few things out.  Well, I haven’t gotten very far with the figuring, but I do have more things to contemplate.  Smiley face. 

A few days ago, someone made a comment on one of my older posts about my twin flame journey that has me shaken.  Deep down I know that what was said was the truth, or at least a truth.  A few others of you have tried to tell me the same thing also.  The gest of the comment was that I needed to wake up and realize that a divine masculine wouldn’t treat me as an option, as a side piece, as someone to play games with.  Also, that he was a dark entity and was just using me.  This is the part I need to meditate on.  I feel intense love for my divine masculine even though he has not been in the picture, the 3D picture. 

It has been a year now since I started writing this blog.  A whole year of writing about my love for my divine masculine.  A whole year of being rejected.  This rejection from him has been good for me.  It sounds a little weird me saying this but I am right.  I have shed a 1000 lbs of grief and preprogrammed expectations.  I am a new person.  I even look different than I did a year ago.  Lighter, brighter, younger and happier. 

So, instead of me just blabbing away I would like to put on a little gallery show of some of the paintings done in the year 2020.  There are not too many and they definitely have a theme.  I am laughing as I say this because you will get the joke when you see the pieces.  I love you very much and I hope you like them.  Kisses & Hugs, Summerhill Lane xoxo

P.S. I am also including a short story written in 2019 and published here.  It was one of the first ones on my blog and it only had two likes.  Believe me I was very happy that two people read it and liked it. 

Overcome with emotions by Summerhill Lane
Leaning a little to the left
Divine masculine in acrylic
Blooms of spring and summer remembered
Days of love and sunshine
He didn’t like his portrait
Cold November sea
Portrait in pencil and acrylic
Portrait in acrylic
His Rose Heart
Hiding behind his hair the beauty shinning there
Mr. Perfect in acrylic
Portrait in oil
Behind my closed eyes

Warning language and content may offend some 18+ please

The Journey

She was going on a journey, an adventure, someplace new with distant horizons, actually there were no horizons to ground her and give a sense of time and place.

It started innocently enough, a meeting with a stranger for a sexual encounter that she hoped would be exciting and also hoped would continue.  She wasn’t looking for a long-term commitment but was open to more than a one-night stand.

There he was, tall, dark, muscular, handsome with deep blue eyes the colour of the deepest ocean.  So sexy, dripping in sex appeal and speaking of dripping, this is exactly what was happening to her during the hour-long ride by train to meet him.  He had instructed her to wear a dress and no underwear so he could have immediate access to her cunt.

As soon as he picked her up from the train station and got her settled in the front seat of his suv he pulls her close and kisses her lips opening her mouth and begins sucking on her tongue.  With his other hand he reaches up under her dress and inserts two fingers into her very wet pussy.

Not a word was spoken between them and only the slurping and kissing sounds disturbed the silence.  She wasn’t inactive with her hands either, with one she caressed the back of his neck and the other was down the front of his pants fondling his ever-growing cock.  A shiver runs down her back and she wants to fuck him right there in the parking lot, but he has other plans for their time together.  He takes her to a local restaurant for some pizza and drinks.  This had been on her insistence that the rendezvous be treated as a date but they both knew what it really was.

She had been with one other man since her separation from a long and miserable marriage, but had broken it off because she couldn’t relax and accept that it was only sexual.  The age difference between them was too great, she was needy and got very upset when he ignored her for days on end.  She had not healed sufficiently from the afore mentioned marriage, even though she had given herself a whole year to grieve and process, not long enough apparently.

She needed sex and she needed it now!!!! She wanted sex every day and every night and besides sex she wanted attention of a loving kind.  Something dramatic needed to blow her mind and open her up and unblock the sexual energy that was coursing through her trying to get out.  And she just met him, Mr. Dominant, Mr. Explosive, although she didn’t recognize him immediately.

Later she told her daughter that the date bordered on physical abuse and it took her the better part of a week to recover.  This week she spent crying, sobbing, the grief that was coming up had no bottom.  She couldn’t explain why this desolation had come over her so severe with endless tears. 

He texted her to keep the lines of communication open even though she thought she should just stay away from him in the future, but her heart beat faster when she heard from him and joy spread across her features.  Their conversations were minimal and always of a sexual nature.  In fact, they talked of little else.  Arrangements were made to meet again always dependent on his working schedule.  He set a date and that day would come and go without a word from him.  Several days would pass and then he would send a text message as if there was nothing out of the ordinary going on.  No apology or explanations were given.  Very rude behaviour from her perspective, as if she wasn’t worth the trouble of letting her know he couldn’t make it.  Was he doing this on purpose so she would drop him and save him the trouble, or was he testing her patience to see if she would stick with him regardless of his rude and disrespectful behaviour? 

She felt abandoned and on her own and lonely and unloved.

Why was she so attached to such a character?  No idea, but the love was there and it wouldn’t go away.  The love for this man and the pain it caused her was unexplainable.  Try as she might she couldn’t let him go even when he over and over again cancelled on her.  She assumed she was just an option for him, one of many.  This could still be true although he said there was no one else when she asked him about it.  Who was she to deny him or be upset with him when she herself had others to play with?  If he was going to not follow through then she would just find men to please her, and she did.

It’s hard to recall the exact day that things changed between them.  She felt the shift in her body in her cunt, to be crude, or her sacral chakra, to use a more gentile language.  If he thought of her she knew immediately, a very warm sensation started between her legs and the wetness dripped.  A confirming text or phone call would always follow.  They were connected or at least his mind and her sex were joined.  The nights and early mornings of sexual ecstasy began quite suddenly after he admitted that higher powers had brought them together and not just for sexual pleasures.  They were constant lovers in the astral, the 5D.  She felt his cock inside her bringing her to orgasm over and over again.  The passion for him was so intense and all consuming that she couldn’t wait to lay in her small bed at night just to feel close to him.

They had known each other before, that was certain, and she thought of him as her husband and sometimes also called him master as a throw back from other times.  He asked her to be his slut wife and submissive.  It shocked her that she readily agreed to such a thing (after looking up online to see exactly what those terms meant).  It felt natural and normal even though it was a foreign concept. 

He could feel her and she could feel him, so what was this all about?  Still, she craved his touch, his body, to feel his arms around her, his kisses.  She needed to look into his eyes and feel his cock in all her private places.  He stalled and worked and stalled and worked.  She cried and cried but still they didn’t come together in the physical.  He didn’t tell her much or explain why they stayed apart when it was very clear at least to her that they were meant to be together.

She tried to leave him several times but it was impossible, it couldn’t be done.  Sending him unconditional love every day and trying to accept that he wasn’t ready for this coming together in real time.  He must have things to work on and purge before there could be unity.  It dawned on her that they many never be together in this life.  The thought of this brought her to her knees in mourning.  The grief was starting over again.  He was her twin her mate her soul. 

Her life was passing in this waiting game and she had spent the majority of her precious time already wasted on those that were of the darkness and wouldn’t move into the light. 

He is again promising a meeting, a joining because they had been apart too long already.  She wants to believe that this time it will happen but knows not to get her hopes up again. 

What was the point of finding him she wonders to the universe?

THE END

Published by summerhilllane

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14 thoughts on “Exhibition Paintings 2020

  1. So heartbreaking. So beautiful. Your words are clever, I read along thinking how sweet the story sounds and then suddenly I’m jolted with a strong description that is so apt, so timely, so true. It’s quite creative how you express yourself, I love it.

    I love the paintings too. DM in acrylic is beautiful, so are the blooms. ❤ I love your use of colour.

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  2. My gods woman are you ever inspiring. I have to admit to not reading the story yet but the art… the art!!! I wonder if you even understand how talented you are. This dude’s behaviour has always seemed very uncool but you found the divine in him and it made your art amazing. That painting of him… the one with the red background too… wow. Truth. Aweome exhibition; it should be in a New York gallery. Or Toronto maybe. ;)) Lots of love to you xoxoxo

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  3. Love All Your
    Art Work
    Soul
    Flame
    HeART

    Match

    Lust
    Train

    Steaming Ahead

    BRaiN Either
    Good Servant

    Navigate
    Tides Of Spirit

    Or

    Indentured
    Slave Mind Lost

    From Faithful
    Servant to

    Navigate

    HeART

    Pilot

    Soul

    Spirit Freeing

    ‘Master Of Tides’🌊

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  4. As always your art is breathtaking =)

    Only you can possibly know if he is your DM. It is not something that can be explained, it is just something you feel. Honestly, I don’t think I could rationally lay out any of my more intimate relationship because so much of why we connect with another person is intangible. How could I describe the reasons why I love my daughter? I could say she is funny, she is empathetic, she is well-behaved but lets face it I loved her from the moment she was conceived. I didn’t know what sort of person she’d grow up to be I just felt it in the very fiber of my being. Love is more than a list of behaviors and attributes. It is hard to grasp a twinflame connection if one focuses only on the 3D aspects. It is much harder to convey the 5D aspects and much of the relationship occurs on the 5D. When trying to grasp divinity it is not uncommon for people to describe God as a man, a king, a father, a sage. We can all conjure up images of an older man with a great white beard, a booming voice, and an imposing physique. On some level we might understand that this is not the true face of the divine but the divine is much too big, much too abstract a concept for us to grasp so we anthropomorphize. Even if you have experienced some type of spiritual awakening which has deepened your understanding to relay that experience in words which can be both felt and understood by others is very, very difficult. Even if you could do it, it is very likely that everyone has there own unique experience of the divine. I think it is the same sort of situation with tfs people relate the journey to a romantic relationship, often an idealized, made for tv romantic relationship but because it isn’t that nothing adds up. Other people won’t really be able to see what you see him unless they were to love him as you love him and that’s just not possible.

    The behavior your DM has demonstrated in the 3D does suggest he is not ready but you already know that. You are working on self, you are exploring a healthier relationship with someone who is ready. DM or not you shouldn’t settle for an abusive/emotionally draining relationship. I don’t believe you are settling since you are still living your life, still enjoying your life.

    Do you honestly feel that he is an evil entity? I am not sure I believe in evil entities myself. I think what we call evil entities is almost always a part of our shadow self, some neglected/repressed corner of our own psyche or trauma. If people could get in your head and attack you psychically so easily it would happen A LOT more than it does. No one else has ever been in my head, in my dreams except DM. Period.

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    1. Wow darling beautiful poet. Thank you for your insights. I do not think that my DM is an evil entity, so far from this. He is a beautiful soul as I saw him right from the beginning when we first met. He has been the only one in my heart and in my dreams.
      It hurts me when anyone says anything negative about him as I too feel personally attacked. My daughter doesn’t understand the connection but she has only been trying to save me from being hurt.
      Mr. Perfect has arrived at a time when I needed to be loved and not challenged. He is a rest and a blessing.
      Sending you lots of love ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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