Masked Queen Noir

I am a Taurus, ruled by Venus. I’ve always felt her in my bones—the pull toward beauty, harmony, sensuality, nature, and sacred love. But as I’ve walked the path of spiritual remembrance, I’ve uncovered a buried truth: Venus was not always the blushing muse of Western art or the token goddess of love. She was not a passive figure. She was power. She was rage. She was rebirth. She was divine feminine force in her totality.

And she was systematically stripped of her sovereignty.

This is a reclamation. Of Venus. Of ourselves. Of every archetype, instinct, and ancestral memory that was exiled when patriarchy rewrote the code of womanhood.

Venus Before the Fall

Before empire, before hierarchy, before the mythologies were revised to suit masculine dominance, Venus was known by many names. Inanna. Ishtar. Astarte. Aphrodite. She ruled both love and war, sensuality and strategy, eroticism and sovereignty. She descended into the underworld and rose reborn. She governed empires and underworlds alike.

She was the morning star and the evening star. The one who knew how to move between worlds. Her power came not from control, but from magnetism. She was not worshiped because she was beautiful—she was beautiful because she was whole.

Then came the distortion.

Patriarchy’s Rewriting of the Goddess

The sacred feminine was sliced into fragments. The goddess of both womb and sword became a cautionary tale. Venus became decoration. Her sensuality reduced to seduction. Her love turned into codependency. Her image divorced from her essence.

We were taught to fear what she represents. To shame our bodies. To suppress our pleasure. To dull our intuition. To distrust beauty as vanity. To view softness as weakness. The Madonna was canonized and the Whore condemned—but they were never meant to be separate.

The Venus archetype wasn’t lost. She was buried. And we are the ones who came to dig her out.

Taurus and the Sacred Act of Embodiment

Taurus, as Venus’ earth-bound expression, carries the codes of sensual devotion. We are here to remember that beauty is sacred. That pleasure is healing. That embodiment is divine. That to feel is to know.

In a culture that exalts productivity, dominance, and detachment, Taurus Venus calls us home to the sacred in slowness. The revolution is in the garden, in the kitchen, in the body. The revolution is rest. The revolution is remembering that joy is not indulgence—it is our original state.

To rest is rebellion.
To feel deeply is wisdom.
To move through the world as art is a radical act.

The Return of Venus

The divine feminine is not returning as a trend. She is returning as a force. As reckoning. As rebalancing. You can feel her in the collective unraveling of systems built on domination and denial. You can hear her in the cries of those who are no longer willing to contort themselves for approval.

She is not asking for a pedestal. She is demanding embodiment.

Venus doesn’t want worship—she wants integration. The part of you that stopped dancing. The part of you that silenced your voice. The part of you that was told your softness made you small. Venus wants her throne back, and that throne is in your own spine.

The Masked Queen of Hearts: A Venusian Archetype Reborn

This reclamation isn’t abstract. It’s living. It’s wearable. It’s encoded in symbols.

The Masked Queen of Hearts shirt is not just fashion—it’s a transmission. A sigil. A wearable invocation of the goddess reclaimed.

She wears the mask not out of shame, but as a boundary. It is choice. It is power withheld from voyeurism. It says: I reveal myself on my terms. In a world that demanded we be always visible, always available, always pleasing, the mask is a reclamation of mystery.

She holds the rose—not as decoration, but as weapon and prayer. The rose has always belonged to Venus. It is the spiral of life, the symbol of the womb, the unfolding of desire. It is sacred geometry in bloom. And it is also thorned. Venus is not just the softness of petals—she is the sting of truth.

The five stars are no accident. They echo the path of Venus in the sky. Every eight years, her orbit traces a perfect pentagram—a five-pointed star, the rose of the heavens. The number five is the number of life, of the senses, of the goddess embodied. Earth, air, fire, water, spirit. Integration. Completion.

This shirt is for those walking the Venus path—not as passive receivers of love, but as sovereign keepers of it.

This is not a garment. It is a spell.

It says: I am divine. I am not diminished. I remember who I am.

A Final Invocation

If you have ever been made to feel like your beauty was dangerous—good. It is.

If you have ever been shamed for your emotions, your pleasure, your desire to rest and receive—know that these are your gifts, not your sins.

Venus was never meant to be silenced. She was meant to sing. She was meant to make the world bloom.

And you—Venus-born, Venus-ruled—are the living resurrection of that song.

Wearable ART by the artist Drea da Vinci.  Unisex.  

Extendo dreadavinci T-Shirt/Dress.  Super Soft. 

 Exclusive Luxury Wash Collection. 100% Cotton.  Gets softer with every wash!  

Medium 

Neck 14”

Bust 34”

Base 37”

Large 

Neck 14”

Bust 38”

Base 41”

X-Large

Neck 16”

Bust 40”

Base 42”

XX-Large

Neck 16”

Bust 44”

Base 48”

Runs true to size.