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"
by
Amy Sperry Faldet
I am here.
I never left....
Here I am.
Found.
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.
 
 

Sunday, January 25, 2015

Stargazer... Queen of Her Own light...

Stargazer queen...
"This life is yours. Take the power to choose what you want to do and do it well. Take the power to love what you want in life and love it honestly. Take the power to walk in a forest and be part of nature. Take the power to control your own life. No one else can do it for you. Take the power to make your life happy." ~Schutz
Do you know the beauty of looking at the stars?  The way they are pin point diamonds in the dark velvet?  The sweet, glorious, smell of Spring and renewal envelopes my senses when I realize something. 
"Once you feel like you are avoided by someone, never disturb them again." ~Unknown author
The dark gaps that some create between your points of light make you realize how you shine.  Let them go.  Say good-bye.  Enjoy being a star in the dark.  For once you do, you recognize all the others who are just as glowing and giving and bright. 
Light gives of itself freely.
Art and musings by Amy Sperry Faldet
This time,
 I am free to say
and
appreciate
good-bye.
Love
that
light.

Sunday, January 18, 2015

"Airships in Her Eyes" by Christopher Ryan

An Orphan light,
in sleight of glance,...
reveals the gears
of a clockwork heart

All geologic color fades,
replaced with casts
of industrial wash
In the streamline of
"A new start"
We are now the automaton dolls
Each one the product
of a mechanical romance
Between barons of iron
And human apart.

Pencil sketch and painting by Amy Sperry Faldet