Heart of a Poet ~ Eyes of an Artist

VISIONS ~TO~ CREATIONS

I Share my Voice with You

 
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  1. River your visual art and poetry, poets are artists and I think all artist are poets, is strong and has a beautiful flow. You have grown as an artist from when I first met you especially in the last few years. Hope you continue to grow.
    Bless up, Steve Gates

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Artist Statement & Biography

Artist Mission Statement

Heart of a Poet — Eyes of an Artist! I see the world through a lens of creation filtered through my imagination. I am a picture maker that needs to create on an everyday basis in some form or another. My muse is life itself in all its entirety. Small moments inspire me to fill space with words of flow, and memories paint a canvas of creation.

Biography

I am a poet and multi-media artist living in the St Croix Valley with my daughter Willow. My poetic writings and artistic touches reflect my Ojibwe heritage along with the ponderings I have being a forty something American woman living with the progression of Multiple Sclerosis. Often, I integrate poetry with my artistic expressions.

Literature was the first creative form that woke my inner need to create. When I was a girl, my imagination would play rewriting the ends of stories and creating new worlds. As a teenager, I feed my creative need through the lens of an old 35. Photography and beading were my main means of expression while, I dabbled in drawing and poetry.  Then in college I dove deeper into photography and gained more skill with beads. I took classes in dance and painting. I began to paint with oils and learned a little technique. After school, I continued  creatively expressing myself primarily through photography and bead work.
In my early thirties, I returned to the power of words with poetry. I continued creating as pictures formed though lens and brush; eventually, combining them with poetry in one piece. Today,  I take my photos with a digital 35 continuing my passion for photography and adding another layer with digital art. I paint, bead, weave dreamcatchers, sew creations, and do crafts of all sorts with many materials. Often, I blend 2 or more forms together into an installation. I usually have at least two projects underway besides my daily need to write poetry. I am a poet and artist expressing my thoughts and perceptions as they grow from ideas into poems and visual creations.

Poetry- A Pocket of Agates

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Books

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Current book projects:
I have finished my first full length poetry manuscript, Spirit Songs. Stay tuned for updates.
I am working on a new edition of Stumbled & Standing.

Features

  • Birds Nest Reading Series October 2019
  • Poetry Happy Hour June 2019
  • Poets n Pints
  • Literary Lights Reading Series
  • Midstream Reading Series

Performances/Readings

  • Entertainment Art Show Reception, Hammond Arts Alliance, 2x 2016, 2017, 2018
  • Poetry Slam, Stillwater Junior High event, April 2016
  • Blacker the Berry, Mama Mosaic Theatre & Intermedia Arts, November 2014
  • Cracked Walnut Reading Series, April-June 2014, 2015, 2016, 2017, 2018
  • Opening Writer for Nicole Book Launch, December 2013
  • Radio”>RadioReading- The Beat- 9/21/2012

Interviews

Contests

Made Here Poetry Contest 2013

Awards

LOMP 2014 Awards
         category #7 Award of Merit; #4 Citation; #3 Citation
Lomp 2015 Awards

Lomp 2016 Awards

Lomp 2017 Awards

Readings

I enjoy to participate in Open Mics.

Links

Poetry Blog-A Pocket of Agates

Facebook Page

A Pocket of Agates ~poetry by me

Poems for Art Pieces or poems

Sway

I remember the way I moved
through city streets
a swish-to the right
a sway-to the left.

I would walk…..for miles
lost
in dazzled youth
among a million thoughts
weaving the streets with sway….

I never thought about my steps
or where I was going
there was no way to know,
I should have bottled up my sway
and saved a little for later.

 

Eagle Eye

Drumbeats climb
to rhythms of time
when wolves ran free
along the rising red sun
and an Eagle’s eye
scanned all four corners.

a time of balance, now lost,
we live all man-made
replaced today
on lands of cement

pretending it’s our right,
a human right,
to invade beyond our space

forcing wolves to hide
in small corners
while Eagles soar valleys,
dying, as their eggs crack.

Beneath life’s imbalance
a storm grows stronger
blowing the door open,
crossing waters that know
how the story goes.