2025 COLLECTION: IMMERSION / HECATE SERIES

 


HECATE SERIES

From Immersion Collection 2025



Here is my Hecate, the goddess who walks between worlds where darkness turns to sight. She is not the night of fear, but the clarity born once the eyes have learned to see otherwise. She does not flee the underworld — she crosses it. Her light is inner, rising from what has been burned and transmuted. She is the consciousness that awakens after the fall — when the false dissolves and the essential returns. Each of my Hecates marks a step in that silent pilgrimage inward, toward the slow reappearance of a soul that dares to shine again.






María Verónica Arís Zlatar intertwines art and philosophy to reveal the hidden structures of perception. Her practice unfolds as an inquiry into how emotion, gesture, and form mirror the subtle processes of self-discovery. To collect her work is to accompany the unfolding of consciousness itself: an intimate dialogue between the visible and the invisible, where each piece becomes a living threshold of transformation.



Currently, she teaches online drawing lessons every other Wednesday and hosts painting workshops in her atelier on Saturdays. For purchases or commissions, please write to: vero.aris@gmail.com


Chapter 01: ‘Hecate finds the way’, 2025
M. Verónica Arís Zlatar
Oil on linen-covered board, 30x40cm
Brussels, Belgium

 

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In the beginning, it was all about turning inwards.

Countless paths my mind may see,
but only a few – maybe just one – can align with my soul.

I rooted myself to my new ground, and suddenly everything shifted.

I can no longer bear that absurd theatre of noises.
I can’t please the inauthentic, nor pretend connection.

Life became slower,
and I chose to honor that — no matter the cost.

I turned inwards.
And the deeper I went, the better I felt.
The noises vanished far away, behind me, without regret.
And a sweet and subtle revelation of myself took form within me.
I know that the tower I built for years has fallen,
but what remains — oh dear — that is priceless.

There’s nothing better than synchronizing, truly,
with what makes sense for me now.

Maternity has been my totem’s awakening,
And its power is rising.




Chapter 02: ‘The silence of Hecate’, 2025
M. Verónica Arís Zlatar
Oil on linen-covered board, 30x40cm
Brussels, Belgium

 

 

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The storm of the world faded behind me.
Its theatre dissolved — name by name, sound by sound.
Then came the hush.

I felt the warm pulse beneath my skin,
a slow rhythm older than thought,
speaking through the realm of presence.

No revelation,
only a shimmer of color returning to my back —
a sign that life was still there,
softly carrying me onward.

Everything else fell away.
My flesh became the only truth left to hold,
and within it, the quiet certainty of being.

Here I am.
Here and now.
Entirely.




Chapter 03: ‘Recollecting her mission’, 2025
M. Verónica Arís Zlatar
Oil on linen-covered board, 30x40cm
Brussels, Belgium

 

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I wonder what it is to be me,
beyond names, roles, and echoes I once mistook for truth.

For so long, I searched for meaning in the noise.
Now, above my head, something ancient stirs —
a forgotten geometry, rearranging itself in the dark.

Every breath realigns me with that subtle design,
not drawn by time,
but by my soul —
to which I can always return,
from any possible world.




‘The triumph of Hecate’, 2025
M. Verónica Arís Zlatar
Oil on linen-covered board, 30x40cm
Brussels, Belgium

 

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My dear, how to tell you that lately I have walked through the shadow…
until darkness became a language I can read.


I know the weight of night. The dawn of hope. The silence that presses.
The fear that tightens the chest — and yet, here I stand: crowned by fire, the dragon resting upon my brow.


Each pearl upon my neck remembers the depths I have touched…
The wisdom born from fighting the trembling of my soul.


Now, time bends before me, and the past whispers its lessons…

I see the unseen… and I speak without words.


You understand me. Good listener.


I owe my flame in such a way that fewer things can eventually hurt me.





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