I am Aja Dematerra,
Rising Earth Creation
​Artist  and Myth Maker

Since I was a child I've had visions of a radiant realm filled with beautiful colors and forms, alive with a magical, divine essence. Yet, I often experienced living in a world that seemed either impervious or rejecting of this creatively rich higher dimension that spoke to me and touched my heart. I felt I "should" dismiss or hide this part of me, in order to "fit" into the world. 

My life journey has shown me that not being true to this part of myself doesn't create an authentic, inspired life, and it withholds the radiance and beauty I came here to birth. ​Now, I embrace myself as an Artist, a Visionary , a Creation Goddess. ​I paint my life in big, bright strokes, and my visions on canvas and paper.

  I share my inner world with the world around me, and revel in the changes I see. I travel back and forth between worlds with joy, appreciation, grace, and ease. I love to inspire and empower others to do the same, to embrace their divine creative essence.  I've discovered that the more I embody, experience, embrace and express this radiant realm the more beautiful and magical my world becomes.​..

The Artist Wakes

The Artist wakes in the morning.
She hears the sea of visions calling.
She slips out of dream’s clothing,
and puts on the clothes of the sun,
 
The Artist steps into sacred rhythm.
Following a spiral of wind, shell and bone.
She kneels at the ocean of colors,
and communes with the dolphins of joy.
 
The Artist bathes in luminous waves  
of high frequency shapes,
as they come in.
She wades into universal imagination at high tide,
and devotes herself to diving in.
 
The Artist dives and emerges, dives and emerges.
She discovers more beauty than she can fathom,
more gifts than she can hold.
She lays her favorite treasures on the shore,
and when the tide begins to ebb,
she floats in the peace of her freedom.

I am the Tree of the Goddess

In the waters that are a continent, a galaxy, a star,
I am the Mother Tree of a
pulsing plasma vision
erupting from a jewel.
I stand in an Ocean of radiant,
loving, caressing, feelings,
benefiting, bathing, beautifying,
All.
I am the Tree of the Goddess,
and I have emerged,
for all the people
who have dreamed of me.
All the dreamers,
all the artists,
all the visionaries,
all the children,
all the prisoners,
who have seen me,
who have felt me,
who have been touched deeply
by oozing colors swirling in
the fountain of a magical earth,
and planted seeds.
I have burst forth
from the floor
of the untamable Sea.
Pouring jewels from every hand.
Singing, “It’s time to awaken,” from every branch.
Oozing the colors of a magical earth.
Colors rippling from my bark,
erupting from my jewels,
fountaining from my flowers
and from my breasts.
I paint.
I sigh.
I dance.
I kiss.
I bless.
I have burst forth
from the floor
of the untamable Sea.
I too cannot be tamed.
But none who dream of me,
dream of taming me, anyway.
And I have not come here to tame anyone.
I have come here to unleash,
I have come here to free,
the paintbrush, the pen,
the inner eye, the magical realms,
the swirling hips, the poetry of bliss,
the forgotten ecstasies of creativity,
the succulent simplicities of being a Goddess Tree.