Oil on canvas, Age 9 (2004) 54" x 54" Original & Prints Available
... tied up to a board and thrown out to die on the dirt road the baby girl was crying for days somewhere in Asia before she was found... When I met her many months later I knew at once that I would paint her in an empty field, away from the big city, where she'd find God and love for the first time... I dedicate this painting to all the abandoned babies and children, It is because of our selfishness that they suffer and die... - Akiane
Faith
covering voiceless sun the night cries out loudly and wants me to braid the end together with nightingales' feathers the eyeroots like unused candles bend
battles on each of my hands i am prepared to throw a shield stairs of remembrance so narrow I slip off finding an arrow I find myself in a mute field
how many stars do we have to own to feel wealthy the blindfolded answers without question unwind let the lightning with salty emblems show the path tasting your tears inside your tearducts I hide
but why to hide if noone is searching when I sleep on the thawing snow a thorn kisses its torn scars and I pull out an old hair I do not own
riddle verses on every forehead i wake up at the beginning of a year to see that without you I cannot be what I want to be and without me I cannot be what you want me to be