“Our little planet floats like a mote of dust in the morning sky,” writes Carl Sagan. “All that you see, all that we can see, exploded out of a star billions of years ago, and the particles slowly arranged themselves into living things, including all of us. We are made of star stuff.” In addition to an exploration of my beloved motif of astronomy, this painting is a reflection on our origins—something I contemplated often when I was pregnant with my son and wondering about the life growing inside me. In my personal mythological and archetypal world, I imagine tiny specks of energy and consciousness in an oceanic darkness, both impossibly small and impossibly vast. It is a way of visualizing the raw materials of our human souls floating in the void, waiting to be called into being.