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Wanijiba

Riding the Dream Awake

A first Exhibition of Paintings and Poetry by Ayla Love

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Created with Love and Intention 

 

Sale of artworks in aid and benefit of the METARA: "Community of the Heart" Initiative

What I see in the Silence

"A journey into the dream time connects me to my roots and shoots, branches and leaves.

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I see with my eyes what my mind won’t believe.

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Do I exist simply in the nothingness of now or am I remembering the source, the heart, the wisdom of the temples of my ancestry.

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Loose-footed, I clamber down the stony pathway from whence I came, for where I am going I know not.

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A sincerity is held in the depth of my trust, my guiding light that leads me along the path of this journey upon which I am thrust.

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I am opening my aperture so that I may be present for this magnificent capture.

In-swept breath of unbridled courage, and through the foliage, for my treasure I forage.

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I dance away the dust from my bare, free feet. I loosen the layers that inhibit life’s lust so that my glorious essence might the new day greet.

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I clear the guarding mist that drapes itself over life’s exquisite view.

I am riding the dream awake, so that I may be born again new, true,

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A reflection of perfection."

The Collection

Art Comes Alive With a Digital Layer

Listen With Love

Journey with me, as I share with you my inner world through my poetry.

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You Shaped Me Into a Torch

"A journey into the dream time connects me to my roots and shoots, branches and leaves.

 

I see with my eyes what my mind won’t believe.

 

Do I exist simply in the nothingness of now or am I remembering the source, the heart, the wisdom of the temples of my ancestry.

 

Loose-footed, I clamber down the stony pathway from whence I came, for where I am going I know not.

 

A sincerity is held in the depth of my trust, my guiding light that leads me along the path of this journey upon which I am thrust.

 

I am opening my aperture so that I may be present for this magnificent capture.

In-swept breath of unbridled courage, and through the foliage, for my treasure I forage.

 

I dance away the dust from my bare, free feet. I loosen the layers that inhibit life’s lust so that my glorious essence might the new day greet.

 

I clear the guarding mist that drapes itself over life’s exquisite view.

I am riding the dream awake, so that I may be born again new, true,

 

A reflection of perfection."

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You Shaped Me into a Torch, 30 July 2022

Original Artwork in three parts Sold

Print:  Enquire for sizing and pricing

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Bushman and Beyond

"Tread lightly on ancestral ground,

For therein lies the memories of our holy lineage.

 

The mothers who bless the cradle of human-kind gently sway and rock us into calming inner presence.

 

But we have forgotten.

 

We have forgotten that we are not separate from our origins.

 

If we turn our gaze inward, we can tune in to the frequency of the language of light. We can receive the knowledge and wisdom of our forefathers and foremothers, for it is they who hold the key of simplicity and true connection.

 

I place my palm on the cold cave walls and I hear the clapping and the fire songs….a vision comes to me, a vision that sees through the thinning veil…and here, I share the magical detail of a story as old as the time, when we used to listen."

The Collection

Bushman and Beyond

Per Original Artwork: CHF 333

Print: Enquire for sizing and pricing

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When asked to describe what informed and inspired the creation of this collection, these words came to me.

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Each of our hearts holds a story, a memory. May this series of paintings be a pathway to your remembrance of who you are and from whence you came.

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I invite you to listen to a story in sound that came to me while viewing the paintings. This sound journey includes recordings from along the way. There are twelve paintings - move with the beat.

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Bushman and Beyond Sound JourneyAyla Love and Friends
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