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| Michael Grayeagle |
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I was born in Pennsylvania some time ago, to two American Indians who soon after my birth moved us off to the state of Illinois and beyond. We lived a nomadic lifestyle and I attended many, many schools in many, many states. Ironically, I graduated from High School back in Pennsylvania.
I have been painting in watercolor since the age of 13 because it was the most inexpensive item my family could afford, it was easy to move from place to place and it would stick to most anything so long as it didn’t get wet.
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| 关于此艺术家 |
I do what I do in order to share the visions of my spirit with you.
I want you to see what I see, hear what I hear and feel what I feel.
I, (Grayeagle) am a Native American (American Indian for my international friends), and what makes me different from so many others is that everything about the Indian in me is spiritual. I see, I hear and I think in and through the Spirit within me. I am not speaking of religion – I am speaking of that breath, that life, that soul that is within each and every human that has been repressed and ignored.
The Indian in me believes that while the Father is our breath of life, we all come from the womb of our Mother Earth. Like any mother she loves us, she provides for us, she is a constant giver of life and we are to cherish and honor her. My art honors our Mother Earth in that spiritual vein in all of her beauty, wonder and majesty.
When I present a work to you I am showing you what I seen within my spirit and the feeling that is emerging from within me. I want to bring you into the world of a Native American -- Grayeagle, a Lenape Indian.
If the words that follow my paintings fail you, look within your own spirit and your spirit will explain the painting to you better than I.
Wanishi
Grayeagle, SRA, PWS
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The Humility of the Proud
2006 Watercolour - Paper 23 x 31 |
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When my spirit stood before this mighty mountain I saw Mother Earth in all her splendor and glory. I was proud to call her mother for she is not only beautiful she is powerful. But what I want to show you in my work is how my spirit melted within me as I looked into the lake – this mirror of nature -- which lay at the feet of this symbol of might and glory, and saw how humbly she was bowing before me in grace and humility. How foolishly we think that power cannot coexist with grace and humility before those who are weaker than us. |
Where Wisdom Lies
2006 Watercolor on Arches 300 g/m paper 23 x 31 cm |
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I had a dream where my spirit soared to this path that man had made in an attempt to reach the beauty of Mother Earth. He thought that once he got there he would find wisdom. He thought he would find the secret of life, the purpose for being and the answer to all questions. What he found was a long, empty, hard road – many days were ahead of him if he were to walk this path. Soon the people wearied of the travel, began to doubt, argued and slowly stopped the trek. They turned back and forgot to keep their eyes on the prize that lay ahead of them --- the beauty of wisdom. When one’s eyes look only at the hard road ahead instead of keeping their eyes on the prize, all hope of achieving wisdom is lost. Where are your eyes? |
A Kiss Goodnight
2005 Watercolour Arches 300 g/m paper 23 x 31 |
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As a child I remember standing by the side of my father as he would take endless pictures of mid western sunsets. He loved them. This speaks to the spirit of the sweet, gentle beauty of our Mother Earth. What is more loving or beautiful than a mother who sweetly and gently kisses the forehead of her children goodnight?
My spirit saw in this painting our Mother Earth giving us that lingering goodnight kiss in the sunset which reminds us of the coming beauty of the dawn.
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Peace Be Still
2005 Watercolour on Arches 300 g/m paper |
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There was a time in my childhood when we briefly lived at the top of a hill in a village that over looked lake Spooner. In my memory it looked very much like this to me. I would go down to the lake and sit and my spirit could talk to the spirit of the lake. My spirit could tell the lake anything that was within it. It could tell the lake how lonely I was and the problems I was having in school. I had no friends here and we would only take for 6 months. My spirit could tell the lake how much I missed my dad as he was gone from us working on the road at that time. I would sit – I don’t know how long – maybe hours and always from at the end of my time I would hear that still, small voice say “Peace, Grayeagle, be still.” Did you have a place like that? |
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| 教育程度与个人自传 |
I attend the now defunct Washington School of Art.
I have attended several colleges and universities eventually attaining my Doctorate in Theology.
I have continued my art studies under various artists throughout the years.
My paintings are decorating the walls of many private homes.
I have a featured web art showing for the city of Harrisburg, PA on their main Harrisburg Metro page.
I have been interviewed and published on J. T. Kirkland’s Thinking About Art.
I am presently a member of the Pennsylvania Watercolor Society.
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| 未来的展览 |
| For shows set for this year --far too busy, but I understand their importance. |
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网站: www. fineartbygrayeagle.com |
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