Here as promised, is my newest piece.
Tag: God/Religion
“Life” complete with “sex”
Ok, well it’s finished, “life” that is. Or at least as finished as it’s going to get for a while.
But first, let’s look at sex.
This piece was hard to get to.
I think the problem was that I was looking at what sex is and could be and forgot all about what it is to me.
I’m not real concerned if you get it or not, because frankly I think you’d have to be inside my head to fully understand it.
(And the thought of you all walking around in there is a pretty scary concept. That and the fact that I wouldn’t want liability suits springing up because you tripped/fell over something, it is pretty cluttered 😛 )
Either way, here it is. 
Please do still feel free to comment.
Alright, here’s 
“Life” as it currently stands.
I’ve decided that I won’t just drop the project, but add to it as things come up in my life.
So, section 1 of “life” is complete.
Cheers,
A
Central piece
Painting #4.
I’ve been toying with the idea of ditching the hexagon layout and going with a linear one.
I wanted a key piece, a painting that would stand out from the others and be central to the entire work. I think # 4 is that painting.
I wanted it to reflect me as well as the complicity of life. So, I’ve named it “Creator’s Touch.”
It is both representable of my touch as the artist and God’s touch as the grand designer of life.
“God’s art, My photos” (or) “Spiky Terror from above”
Today was a breezy fall day. . . .
I finished teaching at one of the many elementary schools that I work at.
Enthusiastically waved goodbye to happy little Japanese children and walked towards my car when “it” happened.
The little hill that my car was parked on has trees along both sides and a gorgeous view of the Japanese countryside.
I decided to take a moment and really soak in the beauty of God’s handiwork.
So, I paused on the hill, underneath nice shady trees to admire the golden rice fields and to feel the sun on my face.
Suddenly, a strong gust of fall air caused the trees to sway in the breeze and to release from the grip of their branches “tennis sized balls of spiky terror”.(see note 1) Continue reading ““God’s art, My photos” (or) “Spiky Terror from above””
Amanda Milke 