This series merges paintings and poetry into one.
Calling all Angels
Acrylic on flat canvas, 2018
18x22 inch
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Calling all angels,
please hear my prayer.
Because I need your help -
I feel like I'm gasping for air.
Not sure what has happened,
but I know I can cal on your support.
So please hear this SOS -
I'm really needing your comfort.
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Ancestors
Acrylic on flat canvas, 2018
20x24 inch
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I am a part of you,
you are a part of me.
Sharing the same blood,
we come from the same tree.
I feel your soft caress, but you're nowhere to be seen.
I hear your sweet songs, but others can't hear your voice.
I understand your deep struggles, but I've never met you.
Lineage of a family line -
passed down from ancestor to ancestor.
Little bits of you in me,
to carry on this legacy.
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Pachamama
Acrylic on flat canvas, 2018
18x24 inch
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Pachamama,
I’m sorry they’ve done this to you.
Pachamama,
you don’t deserve this.
Pachamama,
you are strong,
you are resilient,
you will rise.
Pachamama,
they don’t understand
what you’ve done for them.
You provided them with your natural gifts,
free of charge –
for everyone to enjoy.
But they took, oh how they took –
raped you,
burned you,
spit in your face.
Pachamama,
they will learn they were wrong.
Pachamama,
you deserve respect,
love, and appreciation.
Pachamama,
your elegant silence has reached its limit.
Now you must let your voice be heard.
You will not be walked all over –
enough is enough.
All you asked for is respect,
and you will get it.
Pachamama,
I stand with you.
I will protect you.
We are a united force,
coming together as a whole –
for a bigger image of what should be.
Pachamama,
as they fall,
you will rise.
Pachamama,
You will rise again.
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Sweet Tears
Acrylic on flat canvas, 2018
18x24 inch
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Freda, why do your tears taste so sweet?
Like moist cake frosted with pink sugar,
making me crave for more.
Even though these tears stain,
as constant reminders of what has come and gone -
faded memories,
never coming back -
deep sorrows
of the pain we've lived.
Freda, why do your tears haunt me?
The weight of the world is too hard to handle.
Each day I sink further and further
down in the depths of the abyss -longing for peace,
longing for love,
longing to live.
Freda, is this my fate?
The void grows deeper as each tear releases -
your sweet, sweet tears.
Burning my face
with scars that remind me of the pain of the world.
An endless battle,
that only love can conquer -
love found in your sweet tears..
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Lost Paths
Acrylic on flat canvas, 2018
18x24 inch
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What is going on in the world,
where man has lost his love for others?
Only seeing from their set of eyes,
and forgetting that we are all sisters and brothers.
We must remember our light within,
and pray for the souls,
that have lost their paths -
for only love can fill those vacant holes.
We often forget that we are divine creatures
with the immense power to feel
the fire that burns inside,
which is the power for change and the power to heal.
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Who I am
Acrylic on canvas, 2018
30x40 inch
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Who I am
is not who I was.
And who I thought I would be,
is not who I’ve become.
So, this leaves me to question,
who am I?
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