Oct 29, 2019

The Mystery of Friendship

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Soft Furry Body
Allowing me to be Fully Myself
I feel your heartbeat
It matches my Own...
Human Perceptions... Expectations
Often Blocking Passage to Authenticity.
Not so through Creature's Eyes
Harmony Resounds
Grateful
for 
Living Souls Who Match My Own. 
Mystery of Friendship - Annie




Oct 26, 2019

Seymour's Attitude

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Seymour

Seymour was a surly fellow
who could never quite get past being a part of the whole.
The village constructed the notion
that his wings were
addled
and this compromised his attitude...
Perhaps it was so.
He took to opening bottle caps on the pop
at the local grocer, drinking small amounts, replacing the lid,
and sneaking out.
He hoped someday to get caught. 

Aug 7, 2019

Art City in Hamilton Montana

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Annie Allen, visual artist, featured at Art City. 
Culture Crawl Opening on Friday August 9 5-8 pm. The show may be seen thru September 28.

“Essential Truths: Conversations with Mother Earth"
Artist Statement:
I am forever engaged, expressively with the basic components of life. These include air, water, fire and earth. The components generate conversations and creativity through paint and tools to apply the paint. The conversation is open and illusive, always intriguing and never ending.
Annie Allen




Jul 16, 2019

My Story...

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My story... has begun to disappear...
Our stories are important for existence...
Now I begin to recapture, as the lunar eclipse grows near.
My story is one of creative endeavors, expressions of concern for life on the planet... never one of black and white but all that exists in-between.
I have never been able to pinpoint my creative style: my use of shapes, form, colors and line. I just create from my soul... sometimes picking up tidbits of floating ideas, thoughts and energy that appears within my grasp.

My story is in a name given at birth and yet that name was not the one chosen for me to follow. At birth I entered this life as Annette Diane Daniel. I became through word of mouth (instantaneously) Annie Daniel. Annie... everything in a name. Annie meaning Grace. Grace, blessings, seeker of Light. Seeker of story. Daniel... a clan name, a name of honor and strength. With the Daniel name came the love of animals, of land, of earth's treasures (air, water, fire and minerals), of angels that surround us.

My story was always a search, a longing to fit in: of which I discovered (often too late) fitting in was not the key... discovering my soul was key. Given but one mind, one body and one soul I wasted much time trying to become instead of breathing with what is.
Now treasuring life, others...treasuring my gifts by helping others. I still search for how to use these gifts. Marketing the gifts has left a huge hole within my soul. Our pain upon this earth is based upon pleasing the mores of our given communities. I have never quite risen to fit these norms. I would like to use these gifts of mine to sooth others pain, to recapture Mother Earth as I sense her and leave these jewels scattered to the wind and love of others.
This leaves my story unfunded... how does one survive.
Down the rabbit hole I plunge once again. Try as I must to fit in with my odd ways.
Doors have opened...doors have closed. Intuition has played it's part, still I seek.

My story led me to family, two children, many grandchildren, friends, acquaintances, my love...now my husband.

My story takes on a new name, a new chapter.... do I let go of the old one? Changing name which is never easy. Watching the movie "Outlander" as the character Claire takes on 2 husbands in different time warps, 2 names or the combination therefor... never losing her identity but trying to make sense of her destiny and searching for her own soul along the way. Perhaps the largest cancer of our world is our discontent with life in stead of the relish for what is.



 I felt a disconnect with blood family... loving them, but not understanding their rhythms or thoughts which seem so very far removed from my own. Now at 61, I realize the differences are not as important as the gratitude for being brought into the world... grateful for the start as Annie.

My story, as important as everyone's story...
scattered like dust in the wind for lack of better cliche'

"At times it seems to me that I am living my life backwards, and that at the 
approach of old age my real youth will begin. My soul was born covered 
with wrinkles — wrinkles my ancestors and parents most assiduously put 
there and that I had the greatest trouble removing."

– AndrĂ© Gide

May 26, 2019

Define Work

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Here's a provocative concept... define work. Work as listed in the Merriam-Webster dictionary is to perform work or fulfill duties regularly for wages or salary,  to perform or carry through a task requiring sustained effort or continuous repeated operations, and/or to exert oneself physically or mentally especially in sustained effort for a purpose or under compulsion or necessity. Or In physics, work is defined as a force causing the movement — or displacement — of an object.  

Most of my life I have enjoyed and pursued work for the feelings of accomplishment and satisfaction that I received from such tasks. I was born with an innate ability to create, to express myself through art, and to teach others this process as well. I consider all of this work... I love work
Now comes the tricky part. While creating, my mind, body and soul are working simultaneously to the best of my ability, in order to express an idea, a thought, a concept and/or  hypothesis. This flows out in the form of a painting, a drawing, a sculpture, a lesson plan and etc. 
The beauty of being born on the planet Earth is that we all carry our own unique take or vision on existing life.  This vision comes forth through creative work...if pursued. There lies the key... not everyone pursues creativity through tasks which might include writing, painting, speaking, dancing, and other endeavors. Creative tasks could include the building of objects, cooking of meals, and sharing of stories. Creative tasks are genuine work
Some believe that work has to hurt, that work is back-breaking, that work is the ultimate sacrifice in order to feed your family. But it is my firm belief that all work can become a creative endeavor if you enjoy it, if you allow your own unique personality to develop through work and thus allow positive, creative sparks to grow. 
Now if we apply this concept to art, questions begin to appear. Define work... Art? Is art considered work? "Art, you say, is not necessary" (I would beg to differ), "Art is just a hobby that should be given away" (I would beg to differ), "Art is something that children enjoy while they are young" (I not only beg to differ but refuse to grow up), and etc. 
Art exists in all forms around us inspiring us to grow in our creative process. Art stimulates the brain and boosts invention, morale and imagination which leads to some pretty productive work on our planet. 
Art is Work.....
Annie


Apr 29, 2019

Humble Tasks of Generous Nature

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Feed the Birds
Water the Earth
Smile upon a Stranger
Reach out...
Lay Blessings at the feet of Angels
Hang your wash and feel the Air
Step outside and Breathe
Wish upon a Star with a Child
Whisper Stories and tell harmless untruths
Be the stream ....Flow
Love Strong, Love Spontaneously
Dream
Imagine the Possibilities

As we lose some of our treasured souls upon the Earth may we forever honor them through our words, our actions, our art form & our love. 
To Jean Price, Meinrad Craighead, Lola Arvidson, Darla Ordway, & the Peets. 

To many others whose passing has touched and forever changed us. 
Reach out and ask for a blessing to be sent through art anytime. Call my number 406-431-9479 or email sunnybunny60@gmail.com. This a gift with donations accepted. All art is created on antique handkerchiefs. 
Annie

Apr 3, 2019

Mother Earth

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...and the rocks feigned indifference as Mother Earth fed our roots on a daily basis.

Ah, it's taken awhile to recover from a harsh season. This season was not Mother Earth's doing, this season was a bouncing reverberation from shifting times on our planet. 
The rocks provided footing and the grateful need for our trees, our air, our water, our living creatures to sustain us was immense. 
Thank goodness for the arts. They have kept me afloat in order to help others and myself. 
We are beginning to see light at the end of the tunnel called life. Tubac called us to her arms for another season. We answered yes. 
Trace, my soulmate, is recovering from 2 surgeries and his step is lighter all the time. Meanwhile I'm getting my footing back through art. It was difficult and one step at a time was required. I had lost my footing. Two paintings came out screaming. They are below... but walking upon the earth's surface has always providing deep healing and once again Mother Earth fed me.