Acrylic on canvas, Age 9 (2004) 30" x 40" Original & Prints Available
...Probably there is no such place as I painted here,
but I wanted to show a scenery that I'd seen in my mind for a long time.
It 's more expessionistic than realistic, and that' the way I wanted it to be left-
a place where empty silence could also be mistaken,
a place where through the sounds of nature
you could hear a different silence,
a Heavenly and Living silence... - Akiane
Silence
With each silent lip With each silent way Silence can also be mistaken
Sometimes dreams drop Like thousands of raindrops From the very eye of the storm While looking through my dream windows Strength passes by Fading the light Stretched on the returning truth Each rest burns the brown bark A browner shape of eclipse
And out of the ponds Cluttered with rain Half of the streams open Sitting on the antlers of the spring Where each spike holds the spasms of the future I wipe off wild feathers in the wind
With each silent lip With each silent way Silence can also be mistaken