By BoJenn
ET Coming Through My Painting (written a few years ago and edited again this morning)
Last night I painted what I thought was an ugly picture. It felt wrong, distorted, something I wanted to throw away. In my frustration, I glued an angel card to the center, hoping its image might redeem the work, soften what I had done. But the picture still looked broken, so I set it aside in my “file 13” stack and forgot it.
This morning, when the paint had dried, I returned—and there it was. A face, not painted by my hand but revealed through the layers. An ET face, waiting in the pigments, as if hidden until the time was right. I traced its contours with my pen, and it became undeniable.
In that moment, I understood: perhaps this is how “they” truly appear. And perhaps the angel card I pasted over it is the mask they reflect back to us—an image we can accept—because they know how shallow we are, how quickly we judge what does not meet our idea of beauty.
We call what pleases the eye “good,” and what disturbs it “evil.” But truth is not bound to symmetry or perfection. What we fear as ugly may hold no malice at all. It may simply be beyond our human standard of beauty.
The painting became a parable: beneath the angel’s faced card was another truth, waiting for me to see. Not a mask, not a trick—just a deeper reality breaking through. The ET peeking through the layers of paint and though an average person cannot see it, oh it’s there, as plain as day. The shape shifting ET’s body became the drapes of paint, and its face appeared as if it were simple strokes of the brush, but the eyes were crystal clear.
My Art
The ET peeks through
Shape shifting
My Near Death Experience Arts and Thoughts 