I used to think love arrivedalready named. That someone would hand it to me like a language.One others had learned in childhood while I was absent. I thought love was duty. Not warmth.Not always kindness. Just…remaining. I mistook proximityfor affection. Silencefor safety. Obligationfor care. Then, I thought love was fireworks. It was warm fuzzy and…
This year, I’ve been quietly working in the background on the pieces I shot and began developing toward the end of last year. From that body of work, a number of new pieces have emerged across different forms including visual art, immersive work and mixed media. So far this year, I’ve submitted work to two…
Revisiting an old post Life Lessons, reflecting on 5 years of growth and shift whilst exploring the motivation and story behind my new art project
I have learned to inhabitthe spaces between words,where truth sitslike morning dew on grass. Once, I thought strength meanttaking up less space,folding myself into cornersuntil my edges disappeared. But wisdom comesin the gentle unfurlinglike ferns in spring,patient and inevitable. My heart has becomea listening room,walls weathered softfrom holding others' stories. There is no grandeur here,only…
What life has taught me on a personal level, hoping to help you make sense of your life. Exploring the grace in being human.
Oriah Mountain Dreamer
Who are we?
Searching for sense of meaning
Stacie Amelia Fine Arts & Creative Journaliam 