Works of Art is an expression of the unfoldment of my Soul...an Universe within a Universe. We are all one.
In 2010, I faced deep sorrow and grief. I seeked an art therapist for support. She led me through my own personal mandala. Almost 2012 and I have finally completed the process. Every ring I painted manifest itself in my life. It was a Holy experience.
Image: My Soul'sJourney Mandala
My Soul's Journey
To know thyself as God knows me
To touch the world that exceeds me
To envision a life that proceeds me
To believe in another that sees me
All of this I am to be
All of this I am
Aguenus, Nov 2011
In 2009 the energies of the Aztecs inspired me to complete this painting. Only given the center image, the rest was completed by intuition.
Image: We Are One
I Am One
(Drumming Song)
I am all my lord
I am all
I see you my lord
I see you
We are one my lord
We are one
One in you my lord
One in you
Kahkiyaw Kikway
Kahkiyaw Kikway
Everything
Everything
Everything
Aguenus 2011
This painting is a dream I had of a young girl with shamrocks growing in her hair. A message for me about my Irish roots.
Image: The Artist
The Artist
I am not the paints you have chosen.
These colors are not my own.
The hue is much too dark.
Such shading hides my true nature.
You blend where I have definition,
And run thick lines where I am soft.
Every brush stroke falls short of its mission.
Every color bleeds from another.
Every effort is less than its purpose.
The canvas you have picked is much too small.
I am cut off by sharp edges.
Bound I cannot move!
There is no place to breathe
The background too does not fit me.
It is something I have never seen.
A memory perhaps that belongs to you?
And distorts my smile with contempt.
You paint me with the same paintbrush of something I am innocent.
Surely this portrait belongs to another.
Someone I do not know,
Someone who no longer sits here,
Someone you want to let go.
Colors changing to black.
Memories that should be left in the past.
But it is I who is fading beyond recognition-
From your view I have lost myself to your disposition.
My tone has drained.
My eyes have dulled.
An expression of love is now gone.
So I must ask before the final smear...
What is this death that you dream on?
Aguenus May 2010
I recieved this message from my higher self. It is about my own Spiritual Evolution: "One giving birth to oneself...the Dreams and Desires I share with God."
Image: Innocent
Innocent
Carry me across the valley my love
And lay me down upon this stone.
I no longer feel the poison in my throat or the dagger in my heart.
Place daisies in my hair to remind us of our purity.
Hold my hand like you did when we were children.
Sing me that song I always cherished.
Let it wash away the unforgiven.
Let it rise us up to a new dawn.
From here the meadow whispers:
We are innocent.
We are innocent.
We are innocent.
Think not that which has long been forgotten
Or that which could never be.
Say you love me and I will twirl across the sky.
I will make music from our pain.
I will create paints from our tears.
Rainbows is how we will be remembered.
Love has always been ours.
Aguenus
Washed Clean, is a vision I recieved when leaving a Sun Dance in Alberta, Canada.
Image: The Sundance
Washed Clean
God came home to me last night,
Opening my heart and walking straight in.
At first I didn’t move,
Not recognizing the presence.
Then something inside me awakened.
A memory perhaps.
A hope.
A dream.
I do not know.
But something unshakable.
Like a hand print in clay,
You press yours inside and it is a perfect match.
God spoke softly to me last night.
My heart raced to hear more,
As I fell to the floor.
Over come by this ocean,
My life weaved beyond vision.
Reaching out to touch tomorrow,
I am held so gentle within that.
It is a truth that I wear like a cloak,
Sheltering me from doubt.
Keeping me warm inside.
God listened to me last night,
Making music with my words.
Fear being the trumpet and hope the violin.
We danced together .
We danced together.
Taking turns leading.
Graced paved the way,
As each turn spun us in a new direction.
God held me close last night.
I pressed my head to all that there is,
And listened to the sound of silence.
Speaking louder than anything I have ever heard.
I am captured,
Hypnotized,
Loved.
Then Like a pebble dropped into this essence,
I am folded into the intention of my creation.
Each wave speaking an endless truth:
You Matter.
You Count.
You Make All The Difference.
I am washed clean.
Aguenus, June 2010
A New Vision is a message from the Aboriginal Ancestors of Turtle Island.
Image: A New Vision
A New Vision
In the prayer of a people,
In the hope of a Nation,
In the innocence of a Child,
In the life of an Elder,
In the love of a Mother,
There is a desire for change.
A new vision that only explores strength on sacred ground.
Not forgetting what was, but building on what is.
Moving through this world fearless and complete.
Standing tall with open arms,
To be wittnessed as those who made their way through the darkness and the bleak.
A people who walked a path destined for greatness.
These are my people.
At a glance we may appear weak to those who see only outside themselves.
To those that look within we are the tree of hope.
We stand tall with open arms.
Our branches reach to embrace this world with all its heartaches and betrayals.
In this act of forgiveness we move past human weakness.
Our roots have pushed through this darkness because we thirst the wisdom to support this knowledge.
We are a people of change.
Our walk does not come easily, nor is it for everyone.
It is a journey that bears the sins of our brothers and sisters so that we may all grow closer to Creator.
It is this sacrafice from which true wisdom is earned.
We are the tree of hope,
We are a people of Spirit,
We are a Nation of strength,
We are a child of God,
We are an Elder of wisdom,
We are our Mother Earth's prayers.
Aguenus, August 2009
Seeds of Hope is a message that came from my higher self.
Image: Seed of Hope
Seeds of Hope
To be or not to be?
Is that really the question?
In all of us lies the seed of hope.
A destiny like no other.
It is not to be searched out or uncovered.
It can only be lived.
We are all rainmakers.
Dancing under the stars we beckon the heavens to release their gold.
As love pours around us and our seeds of hope are awakened,
Our true self explores the ground from which it came.
This foundation of strength holds and cradles us as we reach up.
In time with life we blossom.
Together we are a field of hope.
A ray of colors moving effortlessly with the wind, waving to the heavens.
Spreading our dreams we let go and allow what is natural to grow.
By this act the field of hope reaches out and extends beyond the fences of fear, the boarders of humanity.
Aguenus, October 2009
The vision of A New Generation came to me during a pipe ceremony.
Image: A New Generation
A New Generation
The life of the young exist in the generation of the old.
Moving with ease and grace in the veins of our ancestors,
We are the linage that bears the fruit of knowledge.
Our mission is to sustain peace and maintain understanding.
These are our gifts from our garden.
Those before us has tilled the weeds of anger.
They have spread their ashes of hope among the dying soil.
They have watered the seeds of destiny with their blood.
Their courage is our strength,
Their path is our walk,
Their cry is our voice.
What is left undone will be sewn.
What is left unmoved will be lifted.
What is left unsaid will be spoken.
By way of heart we will lead.
By way of love we will be.
By way of destiny we will succeed.
In all that there is and in all that there will be a new way is born.
It moves to the beat of a old drum with a new dance.
It sings songs long sung with a new melody.
It speaks words long spoken with a new language.
It is in this, with this and of this that true growth is met.
Aguenus, November 2009
Love of beauty is taste.
The creation of beauty is art.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
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