What Is It That Exists?

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This poem was inspired by an interpersonal exchange this week.

Inadvertent Incognita

When you think, feel and know that you lived, there’s a story of what happened but nothing to prove that it did.

Nothing of substance than can be touched to say for sure ‘yes’, but you know it was there, you know! ‘yeah’?

Solid evidence is absent, you won’t find it. Not a trace nor even a tiny fragment.

Where is your proof they ask, is your life contrived? Where can you find it? From where did it derive?

When you felt what you felt and still you remember, but all that exists is only sense and no ember.

When there are traces of memory felt in your body, was it ever really there? Is there a hard copy?

When you cannot utter words because there is no definitive truth. You know it was there! but where is the proof?

Memory is all just sense of a truth. Ever evading, no map, no road, no objectivity that’s aiding.

Such grief in the soul because what was there is now missing. Elusive in essence, like some sort of omission.

Did you ever exist? Is your life true? Only those whom were there are those that knew.

Nothing to corroborate senses and feeling, no solid host. Was it ever there? I feel like a ghost.

Nothing is real they say, without objective evidence, so what was there?

hesitance…

~ By Stacie Amelia

Latest Exhibition (2019)

So my painting (unfinished at the time but now complete) was shown up at Shambellie House for exhibition from 15th-30th Nov as part of an add on to the Royal Photographic Society’s (RPS) exhibition
My piece was just one of a few that were exhibited from local artists. It was nice to be included, I feel very grateful 🙏 All works on display were incredible. Thank you so much to the New Abby Art Group.

In Search Of Meaning (ii)

Why here? Why now? Why at all?

This blog post is more on a personal note than the others. It is more a pulling together of everything to date so I can consciously move forward into a fuller focus and commitment to this work. I hope naturally though that the posts that follow are more widely reflective than this one. As mentioned in my initial blog post, with regard to this art project, I was gradually waking up into a world not of my choosing… read more here http://staciereflects.com/2019/08/12/in-search-of-meaning-ii/

Reflections on Ambiguity

In transitions, we must learn to be still. Being still is, in part, about learning to be comfortable with ambiguity” ~ Janet Rebhan, Creative Options For this past while I have been considering different creative methods and trying my hand at some new approaches. I love working with clay, oil and acrylic paint and have reconnected after a long time with pencil and ink drawing. Digital art, photographic blending, mixed media involving paint, ink and drawing and altered surreal images are also a favourite approach of mine. However I have begun experimenting with… read more here http://staciereflects.com/2018/08/14/reflections-on-ambiguity/

Existential Beauty

This process between heart and mind can be pretty messy. I have always struggled with uncertainty and have needed things to make sense. But I have been learning these past few years that things mostly do not make sense, that there isn’t always visible or easily detectable rhyme or reason. There is logic there however if we look deeper but it won’t stand out or fit easily into the perception of… read more here http://staciereflects.com/2017/12/26/existential-beauty-2/