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Friday, November 21, 2014

I am an Artist.

What makes an artist? Fame? How much a painting sells for? What is the magic that allows for one to say with confidence and knowing, "I am an artist" I often ask myself this when in conversation and people ask the frequent "what do you do?" I always smile and half laugh thinking what a silly question this is. Yes, what do you do? It's so vague and non descriptive and so non allowing....somehow this question is wanted to be answered in terms of how much money is made, what material possessions have been collected or what status has been achieved. It's quite funny when I answer, I am a painter, or I am an artist, I can almost feel the rolling of eyes in the questioning person the smirk of, isn't everyone? I was watching a documentary about Vincent Van Gogh a few nights ago. I felt such compassion for this man. He was treated so poorly, laughed at, rejected, and thought to be simply crazy. Maybe all artists are a bit "crazy" or maybe we are the sensible ones...the ones that really feel the human experience thoroughly, squeezing every last drop of pain and suffering through our hearts and minds until we disintegrate into a type of nothingness. Some artists are never recognized or even respected in their lifetime. Often times they pass away and their identity disappears on this earth plane, only to be praised and worshipped in spirit. I wonder of some artists I know today....I wonder of myself.. We will be remembered? will it take death to wake up the world to our expressions? I certainly hope people are able to appreciate the art that is being freely given each day, the gifts that artists bestow on us; and not waiting until the person can no longer hear the appreciation, but here and now tell them how much their gift of expression means to you.

could it be-

the gnarly roots
of the shadows
we sit in
are- in truth,
perched on 
freely rolling hills
and spilling, radiant 
light?

Painting and Poetry by Mary Sayard 

Saturday, July 12, 2014

Super Moon of July

Again the moon brings the question of where to stand with each other. 
She asks us to examine our life more closely and see the obvious that is so well hidden from our view. Our perspective shaded and hazy brings out the negative and chooses each moment again and again. Why not reach for the possibility of oneness; she asked me last night as i felt her powerful energy surge through me and my soul was whispering to her in the language of spirit. And I awoke this morning feeling tired but clear. Her question has moved me yet again into the next quest for life.


Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Life Path

Lift the veil and peer within
the thorns are sharp and unpleasant on the skin
the soul feeds on light but fire brews beside it
the mystics call this God
the Christians call it satan
the Buddhists recognize the breath as part of the whole, and sit in silence ~ still and motionless
so many flavors and I am sifting through these paths
I see the peace within so many and the kindness that they spread
they are not all Christians but most are Christ like
my thoughts are jumbled and lengthy ~ I spend hours with theology and science
no one can explain love
no one can label grace
there is no name for God ~
the nameless
the love
the beauty
this is all the breath of God the taste of ecstasy
in this mystical transition I ask for guidance
the deepest understanding I have found:
GOD IS
there is no other





Monday, January 20, 2014

Blooming Soul

I can only paint what I know. I'll never paint what "pleases" I know this in my heart. I will always be painting to discover the pain within, the joy within, the growing that expands in me everyday. To know the colors of Earth and the shapes of Heaven this is what makes a painter. And this is what I have to give even if the public never sees it. I connect back to God through this act of want.

Original painting ~ "Blooming Soul"
By Amy Drago

Thursday, January 16, 2014

Dreaming Eye

Dreaming eye alone in the night
a piercing light that fills my head
Dreaming eye lifting the veil of imprisonment
a small allowance into the the future of my soul

Original Painting by Amy Drago

Go Home Soul

Go home soul
Your family is waiting
Go home soul and enjoy the transformation of this moment
We love you & we want you at peace
Go home soul and I can promise
that your life has just begun


Original Painting By Amy Drago

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Cancer Moon

Spider branches stretching along the pavement
Shadows of a tree tall and ragged in the Winter night air
Full moon pregnant with life
Showering light over the quiet of Sedona
Walking softly among the night
lifting souls and greeting minds
Filling the fullness of visibility with joy through the trees
and whispers of wisdom in the night clouds


Wednesday, January 8, 2014

Awakening

Today the energy is slow and subtle and an emotion of sadness settles on my shoulders. But it doesn't seem to be depression it fits more in an exhausted state of physicality and a wandering of the soul. The intense energies of the World swirling around us mixed with the calling to go home to God all at once ~ these are the reasons people pop their pills in times of these distressing yet perplexing days. So with nothing but my caffeine fix from coffee I sit these waves out ~  they carry me up and down and around in vicious cycles of impermanence and love. I know we are changing. I know there is a change, and when spoken of, people laugh or shrug off these radical times. An awakening is here and I am seeing the people around me changing and waking up to something much greater then ANY of us thought possible. Every day a little more is given to us, a little more wisdom comes back to our souls. We are remembering now ~ and the storms ahead are all great teachers; be at peace and know this moment is constantly in a shifting beauty of change and metamorphosis.