I am the Artist who paints visions passionately. Feeling color in a new way.
The invisible side of color, light planted in the jeweled core.
I am the Artist who frees what is under,what is below, what is beyond.
Aja
Please note - My paintings recently let me know they had evolved into even greater radiance and wanted me to add more sparkle and glow to them and a small Goddess figure beside my signature. I immediately took action on their requests! These changes are not shown in the slide below but can be seen on zoom.
The invisible side of color, light planted in the jeweled core.
I am the Artist who frees what is under,what is below, what is beyond.
Aja
Please note - My paintings recently let me know they had evolved into even greater radiance and wanted me to add more sparkle and glow to them and a small Goddess figure beside my signature. I immediately took action on their requests! These changes are not shown in the slide below but can be seen on zoom.
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I Am the Artist
by Aja
By the waters in the dark cave I lie.
I Am the Artist who dreams at the forgotten well of love,
and rises from her dreams to begin.
My fingers spread like flames,
shapes glow on the walls of the cave as I paint.
I Am the Artist who paints visions passionately.
Feeling color in a new way.
The invisible side of color,
light planted in the jeweled core.
I Am the Artist who frees what is under,
what is below, what is beyond.
I Am the Artist who receives new worlds in the darkness,
and declares her visions complete.
My instincts like diamonds cutting through disbelief.
I Am the Artist who lights up the darkness with inspiration,
and merges with the beauty I see.
I Am the Artist who dances in the divine illumination
each day a little more, as I paint.
Along the cave’s spiraling path upwards, I proceed.
I Am the Artist who comes out of the cave, eventually.
I rub my eyes in the sun and people ask me,
Who are you?
Where do you come from?
I Am the Artist who creates a new language
when I answer them.
I Am the Artist who loves, instead of fears.
I Am the Artist who begins her work here.
Remember, my Friends,
with a paintbrush of fire,
we express desire,
with a paintbrush of wind,
we experience vast visions,
with a paintbrush of water,
we are the ocean’s sons and daughters,
with a paintbrush of earth,
we caress the bones of birth.
I Am the Artist who loves, instead of fears.
I Am the Artist who begins her work here.
I Am the Artist who dreams at the forgotten well of love,
and rises from her dreams to begin!
I Am the Artist who dreams at the forgotten well of love,
and rises from her dreams to begin.
My fingers spread like flames,
shapes glow on the walls of the cave as I paint.
I Am the Artist who paints visions passionately.
Feeling color in a new way.
The invisible side of color,
light planted in the jeweled core.
I Am the Artist who frees what is under,
what is below, what is beyond.
I Am the Artist who receives new worlds in the darkness,
and declares her visions complete.
My instincts like diamonds cutting through disbelief.
I Am the Artist who lights up the darkness with inspiration,
and merges with the beauty I see.
I Am the Artist who dances in the divine illumination
each day a little more, as I paint.
Along the cave’s spiraling path upwards, I proceed.
I Am the Artist who comes out of the cave, eventually.
I rub my eyes in the sun and people ask me,
Who are you?
Where do you come from?
I Am the Artist who creates a new language
when I answer them.
I Am the Artist who loves, instead of fears.
I Am the Artist who begins her work here.
Remember, my Friends,
with a paintbrush of fire,
we express desire,
with a paintbrush of wind,
we experience vast visions,
with a paintbrush of water,
we are the ocean’s sons and daughters,
with a paintbrush of earth,
we caress the bones of birth.
I Am the Artist who loves, instead of fears.
I Am the Artist who begins her work here.
I Am the Artist who dreams at the forgotten well of love,
and rises from her dreams to begin!
