Acrylic on canvas, Age 10 (2005) 48" x 48" Original & Prints Available
...Whether in his dream or for real, a horse is running after his love downstream, while the love butterflies surround him. The bubbles represent womb and beginning. I painted this scene to express the search for love and its meaning... -Akiane
Butterfly Passion
Marching across the straining view, saddles are on their own. The pounding hooves like crushed bells start suddenly to moan.
When I hold the armed love, controlling the courage in oak boats, spoiled and regenerated sunbeams cross the country raspberry roads.
Glittering landscape by the shores is a newborn faith beaten by the countless waves. Everything tempts me to love you... Everywhere I run, love rains...
The revelation of the butterfly passion in front and back throbs the same. What a fresh smell of your eyelashes- I braid them along with my mane!
In midsummer we are like two young angels, inhaling love one motion at a time. Your legs walk on mine, stepping on love, and right away I sense the meaning of life.
To be born together, yet years apart, we both rush out of the womb... My eyes are blurry, yours are so clear, when I carry the river to you.
Your tears are free, but mine are armed from above. Let me hold our courage, so the courage could arm our love!