Outside the context of the poem, the phrase is a reassuring mantra of strength and abundance to this leo woman, who sometimes needs reminders of her own ability to independently survive (and even thrive) during turbulent times.
When I put is lion, is fed back into the context of the poem, it reminds me of the wisdom of Thich Nhat Hanh, who teaches us we are not separate from any other thing in the world. We are the lion, we are the eland, we are each other. It was announced earlier this week that Nhat Hanh, nearly 94 years old, has stopped eating and is preparing to depart. He, like the eland, becomes part of something else, and yet he, like us, was always a part of everything. Even you. Even me. There is comfort there.
About the painting: Beginning with an inspiration image (a woman, this time, used for posture and shapes, but not the face) and another Adrian Ghenie palette photo, then building layers and blending, moving, invoking happy accidents with rubber wedge, squeegee, paper towels and hands.