Monday, September 28, 2015

"In my heart, there is always water and the Moon. But, when you enter there is when the roses bloom."~Amy Sperry Faldet

Tonight, on my porch, I finally painted, again. I have not had it in me, but, I am inspired by words of poets, worlds in the bodies we have been given, being seen by eyes that smolder, understand, and roses in the heart. 
"In my heart, there is always water and the Moon. But, when you enter there is when the roses bloom."
May your nights and days be filled with sweet dreams and gypsy hopes.

Tuesday, September 22, 2015

"My Petal" by Chris Ryan and "Yesters" by Chris Ryan and Amy Sperry Faldet

The struggling traits of circumstance are indifferent to a love in bloom. It is only when the summer fades and autumn wields a harvest of trials that the inherent dangers of wilting will then the rose acknowledge. The petal however, is at one with its demise and immune to the forlorn nature of falling. For only the petal in itself can withstand the trials ahead. This is why I will not compare you to a rose, but rather a single petal - MY petal!
(Mixed media painting by Amy Sperry Faldet)

Yesters by Chris Ryan and Amy Sperry Faldet
Girl with eyes like the playground sun of my youth
If I could just write this weird tale I could live forever in her beautiful music 
But my words are muffled in tomorrow's noise
Boy, of ages and smoldering, calm, in your eyes you travel to see she holds the paper you need. Just make your mark. Taste our inked mist.

Sunday, June 21, 2015

Some way by Chris Ryan

Desiderate~ to feel the lack of or need of; to long for.
I love poets who can say things with seeming simplicity, yet, the words pull you to a place where you swear you can feel what they are writing like words settling into your heart. One such poet is Chris Ryan. We have collaborated my art and his poetry, at times, in the past, which always seems to inspire more. See my blog for more of his poetry. He never ceases to pull human emotion through his full, vibrant, clear, ...writing. Here is his latest, plus, images of others' works with the same theme.
"Some Way" by Chris Ryan
You've been living on a wall
in this room in my head
A picture in my mind
I stare at every day
I go to bed dying
but I've got to have you someway
It's killing me slowly.

It is the dream spot, the world of desideration. It resides in us all.

Saturday, June 13, 2015

I have an indomitable will.

Indomitable~ unconquerable, unable to know defeat, impossible to discourage.
Such serenity comes when you face your fears and know that you are stronger than you imagined.  Such serenity comes when you see that in some things you are weak and decide that you will change that, starting, today.
Such serenity comes when you know that it is a grand thing to be sweet, and kind, a lover of pink and light beams, whether moon or sun, all the while understanding that you are a pure innocent that will never lose sight of what is real.
I am indomitable.  I know this... now.

Sunday, March 29, 2015

You must love your tears and your way, when you dance...

I have been dancing, again.  Maybe not well, but, for me.  When I dance, I seem to remember what true love is.  True love lifts you, makes you feel like you are leaping with joy on a Spring day in the garden and all feels warm and comforting.  I give that to myself as I stand doing my barre work.  I am true love.

Sunday, March 15, 2015

Here I Am...

"Here I am"
Amy Sperry Faldet
I am here.
I never left....
Here I am.
I have never really known.
All the while,
knowing all along...
Here I am.
I have an announcement... I know this is my favorite painting I have ever done. Ever.
I feel it is finally me. Finally, me, remembering me. Finding me. Here I am. I am here.

Saturday, January 31, 2015

"To free ourselves from the expectations of others..."

...To give back to ourselves... there lies the great singular power of self-respect."~Didion
These paintings are mine... They are the work of a fabulous, sweet, powerful, kind, passionate, artist and human... They are not and could not be created by anyone less.
Every brush stroke was an act of courage...
Each moment was one of breath and hope...
I had to open my heart...
I have to allow myself to love the idea of love.
I had to and still have to see that I am a moonchild that loves the dark and the stars...
I must believe in the fairytale that I am.