my inner world is not stagnant, it is constantly in motion. my substack, MOOD RING, is where that inner world is brought into the light and refracts under the sun. every one of my experiences has its own hex code- an infinite number of shades exist within me.
i’ve always turned to writing first to process my emotions, then to art to transform those feelings into something tangible and beautiful. both mediums feed into each other. both are integral to what BIRU is.
my first essay, “IRIS PURPLE: sexual awakening & purity culture”, is out now 🔮
i hope that reading my words gives you half of what writing them gave me.
“i can’t really remember, but last night i think i had a dream that a woman was saying prophetic words for people. when she got to me, she said my word was ‘blue flames’. not really sure what this means?”
in a room filled with lavender smoke i’m gazing, starry eyed at the light bouncing off her cheekbone at the muscles in her back and the way she moves with such ease i want to be her i feel that i am she is a midsummer storm radiant and impossible light bursting through grey clouds persistent, ever shining her eyes meet mine and the joy i felt before my father’s smile fell shoots through me like a flash of heat lightning i do not buckle under her stare though the urge to look away is immense to look her in the eye is to look in a mirror one that only the ocean can rival “remember your birthright”, she dares me “remember all that you are and don’t you dare forget it” can i speak now? can i speak now? can i speak now?
“i’m going to miss you when this ends” you said and i swore, “i’m not going anywhere” now i’m charging over open ground wild and weightless moving like the tears racing from my eyes to my neck in a desperate attempt to outpace the night i can hear my heart hammering in my eardrums high on grief and ecstasy now the sun is sinking and i’m crying again you always told me to choose my battles wisely admitting defeat, i sink to the ground gaze up at the sky, still gasping for breath your laugh echoes somewhere deep in my heart where i keep you separate from the rest i can’t outpace the night i couldn’t forget you if i tried you’re all there ever was and all there ever will be i’ll see you in my dreams
i am no guardian angel i am the stone rolled away at the tomb i am the first drop of rain after the drought i am the defiant glint in your eye i am the smirk on your face as you take your last breath it’s the natural order of things how could you forget? you are a flower and flowers must bloom chin up, let me take care of the rest if you are the archer, i am your arrow pull back, release cut through the lies spoken to you in bitter tongues hit the bullseye again and again try as they might, they cannot take from you what they already possess, but are blind to sapphire and snake venom nothing to lose
taking it slow saving up, she before she knows it, all i ask before she goes home she’s tired of crying and sick of his lies she’s suffered him for far too many years of her life feeling low and scared that he’ll say do you know, how over time, you drove her away? saving up for the day when she goes the day that she stands up for everything she chose she can say, she can say who knows what she’s gonna say? she can say saving up for the day when she goes the day that she stands up for everything that she chose taking the kids and driving away turn around the life she let him siphon away and i’ve been with you for all of these years tell you what i’ve got to show for all of my tears the times you hurt me and treated me wrong something had to give to stop this thing from going on she can say, she can say who knows what she’s gonna say? she can say
bleeding by my own knife, i offer you my love still warm, still beating you grab it from me like it’s any old thing a bag of chips, a tennis ball you’d throw to your dog shove it in your front left pocket along with your car keys and i flinch with a pang of something like regret but for now, i’ll ignore it put on my best showgirl smile and hold out my hands, ready to receive i promise i’ll be gentle cup it lightly in my palms sacred object that it is i’ll let my eyes wander over every artery i’ll love them as i love you “tell me something honest” i whisper a moment’s consideration and you snap the blade shut shove it into your other front pocket and say, “let’s pick this up another time” suddenly i am exposed with a kiss on my crimson cheek, you speak the three words you wouldn’t write with your blood “i love you more”, i tell you with utter conviction and you, with all your audacity with your heart still beating safely inside your chest shake your head and say, “no you don’t” always the winner never the fool
BIRU
BIRU
introducing MOOD RING, a secret club by BIRU 💍⚡️
my inner world is not stagnant, it is constantly in motion. my substack, MOOD RING, is where that inner world is brought into the light and refracts under the sun. every one of my experiences has its own hex code- an infinite number of shades exist within me.
i’ve always turned to writing first to process my emotions, then to art to transform those feelings into something tangible and beautiful. both mediums feed into each other. both are integral to what BIRU is.
my first essay, “IRIS PURPLE: sexual awakening & purity culture”, is out now 🔮
i hope that reading my words gives you half of what writing them gave me.
#substack #essay #writing #moodring
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BIRU
THIRTEEN
24” x 36”. oil on canvas.
—
january 16th, 2018:
“i can’t really remember, but last night i think i had a dream that a woman was saying prophetic words for people. when she got to me, she said my word was ‘blue flames’. not really sure what this means?”
—
#innocence #thirteen #girlhood #religioustrauma #oilpainting #painting #artist #femaleartist
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BIRU
MORPHO
12” x 16”. oil on canvas.
—
i asked god for a savior
she said: “look at your hands”
—
#painting #oilpainting #art #artist #femaleartist #bluemorpho #sensitivity
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BIRU
new site + print store live now 🪽💫
studiiobiru.com/shop
thank you for being here for drop no. 1.
xo,
BIRU
#artist #oilpainting #artprints #smallbuisness
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BIRU
BIRU PRINT STORE LAUNCH 🪽⚡️
7/14/25
10AM PST.
see you next monday on studiiobiru.com ;)
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BIRU
LAVENDER SMOKE
24” x 36”. oil on canvas.
—
in a room filled with lavender smoke
i’m gazing, starry eyed
at the light bouncing off her cheekbone
at the muscles in her back
and the way she moves with such ease
i want to be her
i feel that i am
she is a midsummer storm
radiant and impossible
light bursting through grey clouds
persistent, ever shining
her eyes meet mine
and the joy i felt
before my father’s smile fell
shoots through me
like a flash of heat lightning
i do not buckle under her stare
though the urge to look away is immense
to look her in the eye is to look in a mirror
one that only the ocean can rival
“remember your birthright”, she dares me
“remember all that you are
and don’t you dare forget it”
can i speak now?
can i speak now?
can i speak now?
—
#chappellroan #chappellroanfanart #oilpainting #painting #queerart #sapphicart #artist #poetry
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BIRU
FEVER DREAMING
8” x 11”. oil on canvas.
—
“i’m going to miss you when this ends” you said
and i swore, “i’m not going anywhere”
now i’m charging over open ground
wild and weightless
moving like the tears racing
from my eyes to my neck
in a desperate attempt to outpace the night
i can hear my heart hammering in my eardrums
high on grief and ecstasy
now the sun is sinking
and i’m crying again
you always told me to choose my battles wisely
admitting defeat, i sink to the ground
gaze up at the sky, still gasping for breath
your laugh echoes
somewhere deep in my heart
where i keep you separate from the rest
i can’t outpace the night
i couldn’t forget you if i tried
you’re all there ever was
and all there ever will be
i’ll see you in my dreams
—
#oilpainting #femaleartist #vulnerableartist #etherealart #poetry #surrealism #dreamscapeart #symbolicart
#lostlove #sensitivity
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BIRU
KARMA
16” x 20”. oil on canvas.
—
i am no guardian angel
i am the stone rolled away at the tomb
i am the first drop of rain after the drought
i am the defiant glint in your eye
i am the smirk on your face as you take your last breath
it’s the natural order of things
how could you forget?
you are a flower and flowers must bloom
chin up, let me take care of the rest
if you are the archer, i am your arrow
pull back,
release
cut through the lies spoken to you in bitter tongues
hit the bullseye again and again
try as they might,
they cannot take from you
what they already possess, but are blind to
sapphire and snake venom
nothing to lose
—
#art #oilpainting #painting #femalegaze #artist #femaleartist #angel #karma #writing #poetry
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BIRU
ODESSA
24” x 24”. oil on canvas.
—
lyrics by caribou:
taking it slow
saving up, she
before she knows it,
all i ask before she goes home
she’s tired of crying
and sick of his lies
she’s suffered him for far too many years of her life
feeling low and scared that he’ll say
do you know, how over time, you drove her away?
saving up for the day when she goes
the day that she stands up for everything she chose
she can say, she can say
who knows what she’s gonna say?
she can say
saving up for the day when she goes
the day that she stands up for everything that she chose
taking the kids and driving away
turn around the life she let him siphon away
and i’ve been with you
for all of these years
tell you what i’ve got to show for all of my tears
the times you hurt me
and treated me wrong
something had to give to stop this thing from going on
she can say, she can say
who knows what she’s gonna say?
she can say
—
#oilpainting #oils #narrativeart #feministart #artist #fineartist #femaleartist #sapphicartist #caribou #cariboumusic
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BIRU
SACRIFICIUM
18” x 24”. oil on canvas.
—
bleeding by my own knife, i offer you my love
still warm, still beating
you grab it from me like it’s any old thing
a bag of chips, a tennis ball you’d throw to your dog
shove it in your front left pocket along with your car keys
and i flinch with a pang of something like regret
but for now, i’ll ignore it
put on my best showgirl smile
and hold out my hands, ready to receive
i promise i’ll be gentle
cup it lightly in my palms
sacred object that it is
i’ll let my eyes wander over every artery
i’ll love them as i love you
“tell me something honest” i whisper
a moment’s consideration
and you snap the blade shut
shove it into your other front pocket
and say, “let’s pick this up another time”
suddenly i am exposed
with a kiss on my crimson cheek,
you speak the three words you wouldn’t write with your blood
“i love you more”, i tell you with utter conviction
and you, with all your audacity
with your heart still beating safely inside your chest
shake your head and say, “no you don’t”
always the winner
never the fool
—
#artist #femaleartist #oilpainting #poetry #sacredheart #sacrifice #religiousimagery
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