Artistically Inspired: December 2004

Friday, December 31, 2004

A Few of My Favorite Modigliani Paintings

Portrait of Madame Zborowska
by Modigliani

Jeanne Hebuterne
Modigliani

Recline Nude
Modigliani

Wednesday, December 29, 2004

Winter Forest
Oil Pastels
Sketch 2001

Mitosis
Sketch 2000

Girl Sketch
2002

Great Gaia Mother
Acrylic on Canvas
November 2004

Sunday, December 26, 2004

Ah, such a wondrous night.
The moon is in full bloom
And I
With a relaxed gaze,
Etch upon it,
My fantasies.

October 15, 1997

I Have Again Felt the Force of Nature

I have again felt the force of nature.

In the incline.

In the wind.

I have felt the pebbles at my feet,

And the sun inside my eyes.

I have seen the majesty
of the mountain,

And felt the chill of the glacier.

I have again felt the force of nature.

September 28, 1997

Devotion

The heart can think of no devotion

Greater than being the shore to the ocean-

Holding the curve of one position,

Counting an endless repetition.

~Robert Frost

Friday, December 17, 2004

The Optical Illusion. Black Dot Grid Pattern.
Photo of Colour Grid Painting,
Acrylic on Canvas, 2000.
(The Black dots disappear upon looking directly)

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Hello and welcome.
I thought it time to put up some of my art work for you to experience.
As I create I will update!
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Blessings and colour,
Amandha

Acrylic on Board

Melancholy Womyn
Indian Ink
Sketchbook Series

Wallpaper
Oil Pastel
Sketch Book Series

Behold
Sketch Book Series

Lady of the Harbour
WaterColour
Sketch Book Series

Eye See
Sketch Book Series

Artist at Work-Picasso
Indian Ink
Sketch Book Series

Intensita
Sketch Book Series

Curious Man
Indian Ink
Sketch Book Series

Picasso Sketch

Nude Study
Indian Ink
Sketch Book Series

This is Not a Flower.
Oil Pastel on paper.
From Sketchbook Series

Nude Study
Sketch Book Series

Goddess of the Elements
Indian Ink & Acrylic on Canvas
2004

Photo of a Photo of a Photo by Spencer Tunick
2000

Goddess Brigit Wall Painting, Edmonton, AB.
Having fun at Nic's gathering.

Tibetan Monk: End Tibetan Despair
Acrylic on Board
2001

Untitled
Acrylic on Board
2004

The Climb up the Embankment
Acrylic on Canvas
2003

The Upward Swim.
Water Based Oils on Board.
2004

Red Man, Viewing Dancer
Acrylic on Canvas
2001

Tired Man
Sketch Book Series

Green Man
Acrylic on Board
2002

Let's Get Outta Here
Sketch Book Series
Thought du jour
"An intellectual is a man who says
a simple thing in a difficult way;
an artist is a man who says a
difficult thing in a simple way."
---Charles Bukowski

Early Burst
From the Burst Series
Acrylic on canvas
2000

Hemp necklace design.
Crystal beads, Guatamalan carving.

Hemp Design.
Crystal Beads.

Portrait of Dr. David Neil D.V.M.
(in honour of his retirement from
the University of Alberta).
Waterbased oils on canvas. 2002.

He was very touched by my gesture.
(I worked from photos.)

Greetings from Amandha!

: Name: Amandha Dawn Vollmer; Location: Toronto, Ontario, Canada

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Poetry By Amandha...

I wander in dreams of you,
Searching for home,
Which I find
In your eyes.

Crisp morning dew breaths,
Soft kisses and butterfly wing touches.
Where are you angel eagle?
My eyes open.
I find myself alone on the mountain.

I slip, as you speak,
Into your subtle movements, your eyes.
Red mouth tight withholding,
Whispers and secrets.

Ye Scientists!

Using all thy gathered knowledge,
Why have ye yet to humbly prostrate
to such incredulous
complexity of the organism?
To dare such mechanistic
Pokings and fussings
Gives glaring evidence of
Ignoramus and alterior motive.
To miscarry or casually toss
Away the energy and design of
Nature in Her gloriousness
Cannot possibly be Science,
Possibly be moral,
nor possibly be virtuous!

My eyes release springs of wisdom
Reflecting the knowledge of the ages,
Painted faces emerge from the cave,
And dive into the waterfall.

The Agreement

You are over there.
And I am over here.
We breathe the same air.
We see the blue sky,
The clouds, the glowing sun.
Our complexity, So impossibly impossible!
Let us speak over the river.
Echo over the canyon.
Tell me what you see.
Iâll tell you too.
Iâll be honest,
Will you?

Inhaling deep mossy forests,
The gentle song of morning birds,
My breath to your breath,
Sunlight trickling through.
A moment eternal.

Happy the man, and happy he alone,
He, who can call today his own;
He who, secure within, can say,
Tomorrow do thy worst,
For I have lived today.
~ Horace (Roman Ode)

A Dream, Recorded.

Last night, a dream had I.
Seen through the depth
of the midnight eye.
It was my life,
But as a flower
Standing strong through
A midday shower.
At once the rain shouted,
Dark and heavy,
As I watched that darkness
Flood around me.
Then just as sudden
As the rain came swarming,
Out came the sun
So gentle and warming.
I shook off the rain
And then looked around
And realized that I
Could hear the delicate sound
Of myself pulling and
Creaking and growing,
Each leaf, a wonderous
Drama unfolding.
And blink the midnight
Eye, it then,
I awoke, a breath,
And grabbed my pen.

Sept 8/97

Never Wish Time Away

Trickle again gently
Into my sight
With a magic stick
And a butterfly
And weâll make promises
We hope we will keep
And wonder of fate and prodigy.
Draw me in again
With your soothing slumber
Of blanket touch
And pillow shower
And I will bathe
In wispery rays
That touch my soul
From your eyes.
Oh torture me not
Wandering time!
Your constancy is never pure.
For hope was never
Your best friend.
But pain, regret and fear.
I am dreaming by the bedside
And catching wonders in the distance
And praying time to torture me not
As I play my untuned harp.

July 31, 1997

A Reflection

A moment to myself.
A sweet, delicious poem
I now digest.
The wonderings of tomorrow
Snap me sudden
With the elongated
Beep of my watch.
(Is that thunder I hear?)

September 11, 1997

The Dream

There I had lain,
Half in
Half out
Of slumber
Therefore I cannot explain
Whether
It was a dream of day
Or of night.
Snuck in you did
Through my open door
And kneeled to me,
Upon the floor
Your hand, gentle on my head
And to my surprise
We saw our love
Shine out through our eyes
And I grabbed you tight,
And never
Did I let go.

September 11, 1997

Today I met with someone
I had loved before you.
And I must say
He had no idea
What had gotten into me.

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Friday, December 31, 2004

A Few of My Favorite Modigliani Paintings

Wednesday, December 29, 2004

Sunday, December 26, 2004

Friday, December 17, 2004

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