I AM NO LONGER AFRAID OF STORMS

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I AM NO LONGER AFRAID OF STORMS – LIMITED EDITION PRINT

Contemporary female face from the I AM … Warrior women series.  This is a high quality limited edition 40 x 50 cms print, numbered, signed and delivered to your door ready for you to frame.

Other options available – a hand embellished limited edition print or printed onto canvas finished with gold leaf. Write to me if this appeals and you would like prices and information or to customise your size to fit your wall space.

I AM NO LONGER AFRAID OF STORMS is featured in Volume 1 of the I AM … book.

Each warrior women has her own special poem which will be included with your purchase.

My new series of paintings are powerful women with a story, a history and a journey are the core of my new series of work and are available as limited edition prints on paper or canvas.

‘I AM’ – Two of the most powerful words because what you put after them shapes your reality. Bevan Lee

These two very small, powerful words resonated with me. Usually the negative brain kicks in and words like ‘not enough’ or ‘unloved’ steal the limelight.

But what if I filled that little gap with words like ‘beautiful’ or ‘complete’ or even ‘goddess’?

Step aside negative mind and let the positive mind through.

It was in that moment this series of powerful women started to pour through me as if I was downloading data through my paintings.

Every girl in this series has their own story, their own challenge, their own warrior marks to emphasise the battle scars life has thrown at them. As you look into their eyes you may find a shared experience, may feel their emotion, their loss, their sorrow. I cried real tears as these girls poured out of me, all of them me in some way. I felt their war against themselves and heard their stories.

Description

Collision creates cracks

Opposition, friction, fire

An eruption of passion

As voices clamber to be heard

And then

The stirring of the storm

The winds of change are chasing you

You run but the rain wraps you in its pelting charm

The earth becomes sodden, it gets harder to move

And suddenly the sky commands your attention

With a crack

And a flash

A howl of surprise escapes your throat

Your cells awaken to an alarm call of exhilaration

You howl again

But this time from the pit of your belly

A primal sound

And with its release some ancient pain leaves your body

Arms up

Head back

Hair feral

Another crack splits the sky 

And you see the way out

But just for a while

You were wild


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