Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Sonoluminescence... voices create light.

Rising from the water,
must be told.
I know there is a bubble,
I can't know or behold.
I have them, too.
happens only
voices giving forth sounds maybe only we understand.
The giving is what creates the miracle.

Wednesday, November 16, 2016



Mixed media painting and charcoal made into silk faille hijab by Amy Samira Sperry Faldet

Tuesday, November 15, 2016

"Vision is the art of seeing the invisible." ~Jonathon Swift

I think, of late, what motivates me to create is that I wish to make for the world what I am not seeing anywhere, what I wish I could see and purchase. I want my expression to shine calm and light and inspiration to the world because that is what I wish to find. I close my eyes and see what does not yet exist, and that, now, is what I create. "Vision is the art of seeing the invisible." ~Jonathon Swift
I am designing my own silky faille fabric with my paintings... and I am grateful. So grateful.
Art and design by Amy Samira Sperry Faldet

Monday, October 24, 2016

"Think of all the beauty still left around you, and be happy." ~Anne Frank

"Think of all the beauty still left around you, and be happy." 
~Anne Frank 
Mixed media charcoal and acrylic with gold by Amy Samira Sperry Faldet

Saturday, October 22, 2016

I am Samira... "With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things." ~William Wordsworth

"With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things." ~William Wordsworth
Work In Progress charcoal and paint mixed media by Amy Samira Sperry Faldet I have not finished this piece but she was born in my heart yesterday and I have reached an understanding with my art and myself. I struggled as many of you know with allowing myself to be free in so many ways... then, I embraced how life is sometimes messy and mixed media became my great love... lately, I have struggled with how to blend what is in my heart aching to join the world and the mixed media that has given me freedom. What brings a joyful tear to my eye now is that I am finding myself this Summer and Fall in a way that feels like I am harmonizing my soul. I feel like beautiful Samira... I am having a gentle conversation this evening with my heart. I love being this stronger, braver, me. I am recognizing my heart name... Samira.
What would your heart name be, my loves?
I feel souls are filled with discord, different thoughts, filling out, into the essence of what it is to be... when we embrace this idea, rather than fight, the inner thoughts that make up who we are in accord with those around us, we see that all along, our souls are, as DaVinci noted, harmony. We are harmony. Bring together the things that give you pause, give you worry, make you feel scattered, tired, confused, or bewildered, and see that without different notes, there could be no harmony in music, and so it is with the soul. Love the way you grow by experience. It is how we will sing as one and it unifies the direction of love. ~Amy
I am at such harmony with this WIP drawing and painting and I am creating from a place that somehow allows me to balance and grow...
"Harmony is a beautiful balance between mind, body, and soul, measured in tender, peaceful, moments." ~Koulouris
"Harmony makes small things grow, lack of it, makes great things decay." ~Sallust

Thursday, October 20, 2016

And with the veil, I am wrapped in Moonbeams...

My wondrous place... I have come to you again...
My love is deeper, richer, for my distance.
I have ridden on Ramadan dreams...
and found
with the veil,
I am wrapped in Moonbeams...
feel the centeredness that gives me hope and faith in myself
like no other time gifted to me...
I am alive anew...
because of me...
because of him...
because of You.
Quiet moonbeams 
Love speaks
Quiet moonbeams
and it is enough.
I love the veil of love.

Sunday, March 20, 2016

A Love Letter to Self... by Amy Sperry Faldet

Just a bit of whimsy, a love letter of sorts...
When I dance with myself...
the music is soo sweet
that others around me
must move their feet.
We all become one...
a collision of stars.
We were never
There is no yours
and ours.
This love letter is to self.
When I am enough...
each soul seems to stir in the
dreams of forever.
I see how they create
or sever.
When I write letters of love to myself...
I write them to you,
and you,
and you.
For in doing so,
I give you permission
to do what I do.
You are enough
I am too.
In understanding
become miraculous too.
Miracle me,
Miracle you.
Poem by Amy Sperry Faldet