Naked vessel blushing on the pad of your finger.
could blow it away.
You wait for me to take it,
stolen identities have formed on each petal,
milleniums of surviving and thriving-
now torn from the earth.
All the while,
of prehistoric wars
battle inside these veins
of ironic decay.
Black is the night girl
who runs with the stars,
she who camoflauges into shadow sky.
Wild is the night girl
Who adventures in the darkness,
She who speaks with arcane hollowed eyes.
Deep is the night girl
Who whispers with the soil,
She who feeds deeply of pale-blue moonlight.
Free is the night girl
Who dances breathlessly till dawn,
She who remains grounded while also in flight.
She speaks coyote
She drinks cactus
She rides bareback
She haunts all of us
She laughs thunder
She dances firefly
She smells wildflower
She whispers lullaby
She chants toad
She weeps lighting
She pulses earth
She sings everything
She smokes wind
She spits rain
She breathes stars
She embodies arcane.
She is the biker with longhair.
She is the courage against nightmare.
She is the intensely beautiful stare.
She is the I who wills to dare.
Keeper of the Fire
A woman to keep the fire
A jingle of bones clinking bones
She feeds the flames steady
All alone, all alone.
Her skin may be leathered
Her eyes without sight,
But she keeps the fire going
Through the night, through the night.
A whisper to Spirit
A gathering of wood
The woman chants softly
She listens to fire
She gives it all she knows
The wisdom of a woman
Never goes, never goes.
Intertwine a River
I am sending endlessly
a stream of love to you.
If you care to follow me
Be your Beauty.
Be your Truth.
Follow me to downward streams
Replenishing all the land.
Listen closely as I feed
The animals, the trees, the sand.
Keep watch for stagnant waters
Where you cannot be free.
Flowing with my waters
Is not to Do but is to Be.
And if you find yourself stuck,
Create whirlpools, waves and mud.
For being hope will lead to freedom,
Where the Drought welcomes the Flood.
I’ve been finding that one of my favorite subjects to paint is based on the theme of transitions. People, animals and shapes moving from one plane of existence to another. Imagining the impossible. Dreamworlds filled with adventure and infinite possibilities. These are the subjects of my subconscious.
Painting I did of my daughter, Aiyana.
One of my first passions: collage!
Just started a glue book and I am so excited! Here is the cover:
A glue book is a place where you do whatever you want with: paste in inspiring clippings, collage in food wrappers and drawings, journal, whatever!
It’s fun and I find that it really frees up my creativity. It helps me feed my wild spirit with words and images that catch my eye. It isn’t until the last thing is glued in that it comes together.
I’ve used an old psychology book that I didn’t want anymore and I find the yellowed pages gives it an interesting vibe. I like how I refuse to make rules for myself when I do it and allow myself to not be perfect… something I often don’t do enough when I paint.
Here’s the awesome blog where I was inspired to start it: http://www.mandysteward.com/home/in-my-art-journal-3