Amandagwright
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With one hand on my pleasure and the other on my heart. / I hold my head high as I cross thin ice and towards my brand-new start. / Let no man define me, possess me or keep me on a shelf. / I feel no shame for whence I came for it’s how I met myself. / And I forgive me for I did not see and I truly was so asleep. / I believed their lies and I blinded my eyes and I walked among the sheep. / But now I do see and I’ve found my me and there is no more time to weep. / That web which was spun has now come undone to the tune of / Amazing Grace. / I knocked on love’s door and was swept from the floor, / and now I have seen love’s face. watercolor, ink and pastel on 140lb watercolor paper © AmandaGWright 2009.
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PART OF THE SERIES / “What She Leaves Behind” © AmandaGWright 2009.
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The first image in this series. © AmandaGWright 2009
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The second image in the Goddesses UNITE series. I am still waiting for the words to come to me for this image. © AmandaGWright 2009
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THE STORY This image is part of a new series I am doing. / I have always expressed myself best with a paintbrush, / These paintings are my memoirs, in abstract. / I hope you enjoy taking this ride with me… Images painted in Coral. © AmandaGWright 2009.
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The night had been stormy and so had their passion. The desire that had been right there between them from the instant that they first met had quickly grown into a thundering hunger. She had tried to deny this attraction, this craving for him, she tried to talk herself out the fire he ignited inside her. When denial ran thin she tried running from him, hiding from her secret desires to make him hers, to feel him inside her. Hiding worked, for a time. Until last night when she opened the door to find him standing in the moonlight, drenched and smelling of rain. Neither one of them had spoken, they did not need to. Everything that needed to be said, everything that refused to be denied between them was clearly visible in their eyes. Pure primal desire did the talking as she threw herself into his arms and allowed him to feed her hunger. And the storm between them rolled for hours, waves of need and lust and love washed over them again and again and when there was no more left to be said they simply drifted back to shore, holding onto each other tightly both hoping not to drown. Now morning had broken and reality knocks on her door. She looks around at what is left…the remnants of a love that was…a passion that burned so hot and so bright and so beautiful…a love destined from the beginning to last mere moments but the memory of this one night will stay burned on the canvas of her soul for a lifetime. watercolor, ink and chalk on 90lb watercolor paper / some digital work as well. © AmandaGWright 2009.
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Inside me, inside my infinite womb is housed my soul, my connection to source, my divinity. That which makes me woman makes me divine by nature, from this place I create, I give life and give birth to my own destiny. The Goddess lives inside me and can be called upon at any time, she is sewn into the fabric of this woman. There is no separation between the God in me and the woman I am. We are one. This image is part of the Lost Goddess Diaries. / Mixed media and collage on 140lb watercolor paper. / All collaged elements are of my own creation. © AmandaGWright 2009.
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All things are one, all elements crucial to the whole. We imagine ourselves to be alone, separate from our brothers and sisters, separate and above the earth and its creatures. We are not. Any separation is a delusion, a mad-man’s illusion, a fictitious story we have been told and have chosen to believe. I am everything and I am nothing all at once. I am as infinite as the universe and I am as solid as the mist. I am that which I believe myself to be and I will not get lost in the tangled crazed mind. I see through your smoke and mirrors and I will not fear you nor will I run from your atomic energy. And so it is. This image is part of the Lost Goddess Diaries. / Mixed media and collage on 140lb watercolor paper. / All collaged elements are of my own creation. © AmandaGWright 2009.
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For too long now my voice has been strangled. / For too long now I have allowed my song to go unheard. / No More. My power is real and it lies inside, it cannot hide. / You can strip me of my royal robes of deep rich silken violet, / Dress me in whore’s clothes and rip my pages from your book. / You can rape me, enslave me, you can burn me at the stake. / No amount of suffering you bring me can cause my will to break. / I will rise again and again like Venus from the foam, / Inside every woman, mother and child I am free to roam. / I am the spirit of the Goddess, I am the soul of the Divine. This image is part of the Lost Goddess Diaries. / Mixed media and collage on 140lb watercolor paper. / All collaged elements are of my own creation. © AmandaGWright 2009.
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That which you seek, you possess already. / The answers to your questions are already inside you. / Listen. Listen closely. If you believe yourself to be small, / if you believe that the answers you seek exist somewhere outside yourself, then you along with so many of your brothers and sisters will spend all of your days chasing after an illusion…participating in a collective delusion. / The time for change has come. This image is part of the Lost Goddess Diaries. / Mixed media and collage on 140lb watercolor paper. / All collaged elements are of my own creation. © AmandaGWright 2009.
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Our Mother’s Love A mighty scream is ripped from deep within her as Gaia bears down and gives one last push. Exhausted and delighted, she gazes upon him for the first time. Even in the dim light of the moon she can recognize the perfection and beauty of this child, not unlike the countless children that have grown strong and vibrant inside her infinite womb. She cradles him in her arms and guides his sweet mouth to her breast to suckle as she closes her eyes. Tears streaming down her cheeks, she rises and begins to walk with the babe nestled tightly against her heart. She aches with the familiar desire to keep this child safe and protected in her arms. With tears streaming steadily from her eyes and pooling into oceans at her feet she continues her journey, already feeling the sorrow that threatens to break her heart. He touches her skin with his delicate hand and gazes up at her with all-knowing eyes, her weariness grows thicker and heavier still as she is flooded with longing and regret. Her heart is heavy with the knowledge that he has taken the human form and will therefore be destined to suffer as surely as he will cause other’s to suffer as well. Gaia crumbles to her knees and releases her anguish in loud, ground shaking thunderclaps. She rocks back and forth, clutching her child tightly to her and weeping for him. Too many times she has watched her children lose themselves in their humanness, has watched helplessly as they isolate themselves, separate themselves from each other and ultimately from her. Her throat has grown horse from calling to them, from begging them to remember their power. The infant’s startled cry shakes her to the core and she quickly alters her mood and the child is soothed instantly by her change of weather. The sound of her son’s gentle breathing brings with it an air of hope and she gathers herself up and prepares to continue her journey. Moments later she is standing over the bed of a pale young woman with gentle eyes. As she places her child into the waiting arms of his human mother she quickly turns and begins the long journey back. She could not help but notice the look of love in the young mother’s eyes and she nourishes and consoles herself with the knowledge that this child will know a mother’s love. And she prays that this time will be different, that this child will be different. She smiles as she begins to feel the blossoming of life and possibilities once again in her loins and she prepares herself for her next labor of love. Watercolor, ink, pastel, chalk and pencil crayon on 140lb watercolor paper. © AmandaGWright 2009.
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Come to me, come closer / Lean in and breathe my scent / Come with me, create my intent I am a vibrant wild lily / Growing untamed and free / I open in the heat of midday / I spread my petals big and wide / And invite the sun’s warm rays inside / I am not shy and I will not hide / This primal power that lies inside All the other flowers / Run away and hide / Or openly despise and give nasty little replies / I do not grant them the bend of my pride / I don’t reply and I will not lie / Their stares and their glares / Like water off a duck’s back they glide All the bees want to come and see / What sweet juices hide at the core of me / They fight and boast and try to coast / Their way inside to hop on my feral ride / But I am a fickle flower with a wild root / And if you can’t handle my strength and my power / Then I think it’s best son, / You step back from this flower © AmandaGWright 2009.
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Like liquid love they seep into my dreams and envelop me in their river of life and loving Ink and watercolor on white cardstock. © AmandaGWright 2009.
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Mixed-media (watercolor, pastel, acrylic, ink) / on 140lb watercolor paper. © AmandaGWright 2009.
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Mixed-media (watercolor, pastel, acrylic, ink) / on 140lb watercolor paper. © AmandaGWright 2009.
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This is the first image in my new series “Tantric Love”. This series of images are very special to me, painted from my heart. I have not yet found the words to go with the images, they will come in time and I will add them then. © AmandaGWright 2009
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This is the second image in my new series “Tantric Love”. This series of images are very special to me, painted from my heart. I have not yet found the words to go with the images, they will come in time and I will add them then. © AmandaGWright 2009
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A very thoughtful soul stumbled upon a dead monarch butterfly in a field and brought her to me. Now, granted ordinarily a dead butterfly makes a strange gift at best but I am not exactly ordinary and I was absolutely thrilled. Of course I was sad to see her, to realize that she was not granted the opportunity to make her great voyage but I was also excited to paint her image, to pay homage to this beautiful winged creature. So she was placed in a small wooden box with a glass lid and she has inspired many images. “A Study” is an homage to this one very special monarch butterfly. © AmandaGWright 2009.
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I have a very special connection with the / monarch butterfly. For me they are a symbol / of hope, a symbol that my dreams are really / within my grasp. If a butterfly can lay an egg / and from this egg a little crawly creature hatches / and then said crawly creature makes the / most spectacular chrysalis and just climbs inside / and meditates until ready, stewing in the process / of evolution and then emerges as the most / magnificent of creatures, then maybe I can evolve / and grow my wings too. / Hope on wings. © AmandaGWright 2009.
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by AmandaGWrightWe are all connected, all things are ONE. / All elements CRUCIAL to the whole. / Any perceived separation is an illusion, a collective delusion… watercolor & acrylic on 140lb watercolor paper. © AmandaGWright 2009.
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Our Mother Cries…. / In her belly, she holds truth’s treasures. Watercolor & acrylic on 140lb watercolor paper. / © AmandaGWright 2009.
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I am Lilith, I am the original Venus, I am Isis. / I am God’s wife, I am the keeper of the Divine Feminine Energies…I have been ripped from the pages of history, I have been shamed into submission and banished to oblivion and still I return again and again and again. I am the beginning and I will be the end. I have been enslaved, imprisoned, raped, beheaded and burned at the stake and still you cannot kill me or destroy my truth. You can hide behind your book of lies, you can burn me and scorn me with your hate-filled eyes and yet, and yet still I will rise, like the moon stretched out high in the sky or with the bubbling strength of the tide, I will rise, I will rise, I WILL RISE! This image is part of the Lost Goddess Diaries. / Mixed media and collage on 140lb watercolor paper. / All collage elements are of my own creation. © AmandaGWright 2009.
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A tribute to the ancient creators of art, / inspired by the cave paintings. Chalk and ink on paper. © AmandaGWright 2009.
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Chalk pastel on paper. © AmandaGWright 2009.
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