I started painting from an inspiration dear to my heart, in January of 2008.Art is my passion, creativity in the arts is where my heart is. My first painting was called "My Angel." This has literally been my angel, she has guided my endeavors. I never have taken a class, I am a self taught artist. I am a spiritual person, and this path was chosen for me so balance and happiness is the center of my life. When I am in my creative mode, and actively pursuing my art, this is when I am at my happiest. Poetry and Art is how this all started combined with a drive to be my best! Thank you for reading about me.
Love and Light,
Stephany Lee
"My Angel"
My Poetry, "my first love. "
Paradise
Oceans of painted blue,
fingertips of sage green,
opening a ray of light,
texturized with specks of whispering gold
hush cries, songs of lullabyes ,
swirling into the wind creating one single teardrop,
Snowcapped mountains, regal in the night,
a beacon for the lost and weary,
Visions of pineapples,
and coconuts upon my gestures of glee
a Paradise for you and me.
By,
Stephany Lee
Nature's Dance
Thus green thought of anguish,
lustful air softly appears,
as I speak the name of whimsical desires,
Moons delight carved scenic scene in dazed spun eyes,
Wishing wells upon never ending horizons,
line up as my dreams float to the stars,
My hands galore bringing upon my red carpet,
beckoned upon his uttering come hither,
Sounds of sweetest songs,
flows through veins of ruptured primal dance,
Gazes of lightning have been struck,
by nature's calm natural beginning.
by,
Stephany Lee
Sense of Desire
Pedals fall from a night sky
whispering your name
angelic laughter, a child's weep
Showers of gold specks
lining the eyes, purity rebirth
Sunflowers aroma celestial fields
Nurtures God's misty dew,
mucky to the touch
Melons on the horizon,
Squelch for an oasis washed for the senses,
honeyed, sticky dessert
A tropical island, a coconut's medallion
Senses overload
Savor ribbons of fire, desire
By, Stephany Lee
Pedals fall from a night sky
whispering your name
angelic laughter, a child's weep
Showers of gold specks
lining the eyes, purity rebirth
Sunflowers aroma celestial fields
Nurtures God's misty dew,
mucky to the touch
Melons on the horizon,
Squelch for an oasis washed for the senses,
honeyed, sticky dessert
A tropical island, a coconut's medallion
Senses overload
Savor ribbons of fire, desire
By, Stephany Lee
"To look almost pretty is an acquisition of higher delight to a girl who has been looking plain for the first fifteen years of her life than a beauty from her cradle can ever receive."
~Jane Austen
~Jane Austen
