Oil on canvas, Age 9 (2004) 25" x 25" SOLD (Private Collection) Prints Available
... it seemed as if I painted these flowers in one breath and in one brushstroke. The oils were flowing and blending so fast, that it appeared as if the image itself and not me that spoke "Don't touch me anymore. Enough..."
- Akiane
The Dance Of The Mind Inside The White
Whenever the rain scatters the scent of balloons spring spreads like breadcrumbs Tasting fragile fragments a single breath breathes and laurels lie between twin winners
Rolling down the hills of guessing I grow a garden onto myself but the roots start growing on me only inside a stem A round day becomes the eclipse making me look like a haystack
As time climbs up a storm we cannot hear each other every noon points to a finger so it might bend the night so the stars might stare strangely at us like diamond arrows
As soon as the waves of the world shake the rough sea charges at me for the long devotions and three waves lie down on my forearms Through the filtered souls filling up the hearts kindred prayers are welcomed Which world seaches for me while a dew gently rolls down a cobalt blue petal?