Spirit Art      by Susan Snow Voidets

A few other paintings of fairies and such!

My Business

I  paint until I feel the picture is finished. Sometimes that may mean to 'wash' the picture a number of times until the faces and figures appear the way they were meant to be. This painting was commisioned to be Goddess Yemeya at Seneca Lake but the Goddess had other ideas. No matter how many times I attempted to do it 'my way', the waterfall and Bear Guides kept showing through. I called my client and explained I keep getting Bears and a face behind a waterfall to be told quite excitedly they want it just as it is. It turns out Bear is indeed her animal guide and when she was a girl she always thought there was a woman spirit behind the falls. I am guite satisfied with the way it turned out for both of us!

               Who Am I ?

I have been an artist/writer/poet

 for over 40 years. I have the greatest satisfaction upon completing a painting for someone. I paint contemporary portraits from photos  if you are interested in seeing your pet or loved one in a setting of your choosing. I sell photographs as seen through my eyes, which can be different and artistic as well!

     My stories have been published from here to Dubai and I have been working on an illustrated story about a Little Ditch Witch and her friends that travel along and have adventures with the Night Mare. It came about from a poem of mine:     

               To Kiss A TOAD

I went for a walk in the woods last night about three,
I couldn't sleep because things were really bothering me.
There along side the road I was on, a little ditch witch, jumped up with a groan.
She started laughing and singing, in the full moon light.
Red skirt swirled, little bells tinkled and her black hair was a fright.

"Kiss a toad, kiss a toad, kiss a toad tonight
I'll tell you what's wrong. If you kiss a toad goodnight!
I'll read your cards and watch the raven cry!
Throw these bones and tell you how and why."

"You'll tell me sorceress of the night, the track of life I'd take to make things right?
This heart of mine cries for her so. It defies what we have done, along creation's road.
I talked to Jesus, but he's too busy, and he doesn't seem to listen.
The Presidents and governors sit upon their golden thrones and pompously glisten!
The clouds are making patterns across the sky.
Read my tea leaves and tell me from your starry cup. What to do before Earth dies.
Hey, just why do you have that vacant look in your eye?
My heart is heavy and my soul searches on.
These desperate feelings last until the break  of dawn."

"Kiss a toad. Kiss a toad. Kiss a toad tonight."
Her red skirts swirled as she danced and sung in the bright moonlight.

"When I close my eyes I can not see the magnificent creature looking back at me.
She's crying and trying to swim around but the ocean is polluted and turned a funky brown.
I try to reach her and wipe away her tears but her calves are dying and she shakes with fear.
I hear them plead but to no avail. I'm sorry. Please forgive me. My sister whale.
I wander through my dreams some more and tremble at how many things are gone.
The fog and rapid shadows of what used to be. Our forests have all but disappeared and we didn't even see.
The coyotes and wolves cry out in a lonely call. Their food has vanished and now with their tail  tucked, between their legs they search on.
The owl used to hoot when I walked by but now only can whisper, in his poisoned sigh.
And when I approach my fellow man, their backs to me they turn, again and again."

"Kiss a toad, kiss a toad, kiss a toad tonight."
Her red skirts swirled as she danced and sung in the bright moonlight.

"Please little Ditch Witch, answer my pleas as to why these visions are haunting me.
My family and friends that I gaze upon, in my dreams, are thin and white from the war they have seen.
They kneel and plant little seeds of Hope, but as they look up at me with abandoned eyes,
Their droplets of disappointment and blood splash dust in the skies.
I need your guidance wood witch of the night to show me the direction to make things right.
We have raped and plunged our Mother Earth to her death, and you know, she's so dear.
Her green leaves of love and hope are all removed by our greed and burned to powder.
Her blue waters of life we would not share and drank to the end.
The billowing smokestacks made thick particles of the air. And now with a last breath,she is dying, for our lack of understanding or lack of our trying.
I need to know so that I can sleep at night, little ditch witch, how do I make things right?"

"Kiss a toad.  Kiss a toad. Kiss a toad tonight.
Beg the forgiveness of the Goddess. And I'll tell you, what's right."

The toads and crickets began to sing me a song and like a great weight off my shoulders, I saw what was wrong.
"Forgive me dear Goddess of nature and things for I see now that everything matters in the balance of life.
I pray for the whales and the creatures of earth. We'll share all our resources and for what it is worth,
If it's not too late we'll slowly begin to clean up our waters and forests within.
We'll stop killing your beautiful animals and share, all that you gave us, and even the air.
Maybe we could stop fighting and hurting each other as well, because we are all different and it makes life more fun.
We can start to negotiate with words and kind acts, instead of the gun. Death.
I will try and tell people to begin to save our dear Mother Earth, before it's too late.
Give me that toad, witchy so dear, and I'll kiss it right now. I'll kiss it right here! Just show me how!"
So, whoever reads this story rush out and try to do something right.
So our earth doesn't die in our dreams tonight.

Kiss a toad. Kiss a toad. Kiss a toad tonight.
We swirled and we danced together in the bright moonlight.

© Susan snow Voidets

www.postpoems.com/members/susansnow

 
I will be adding more pictures as time allows. Thank you! 

This is titled Desert Ballerina