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Artist Within


Watercolour- Intuitive Painting
Artist – Hélène Vaillant©


Artist within,
Bursting forth,
on the surface of being.

It takes self acceptance,
trust and acknowledgement of the creativity
that lies within
to surrender to its unwavering desire
giving it flow into color and sound.

On the canvas is the life itself
representation of all that I am, all that I dream
in the now and for eternity.
On the canvas comes the expression of courage
to be all that I can be.

There, in bright colors, within the sound of the brush,
making its mark for all to see,
as to recognize that it is on the canvas
that I am set free.
Colours dance and mingle,
Lightness of brush in hand,
flowing with open heart and spirit.

The flow represents one’s life from which the spirit speaks.
It is the soft whispers of my soul.
With each brush stroke I can hear these whispers,
the inner voice of my spirit expressing its being.

When the hands transpose
what lies underneath the flesh,
deep within the core of a being,
It is to be seen and awed with certainty,
that this spirit has spoken its truth.

How else can we be if not in the expression of all that we are?

It is in this expression that I discovered my potential.
It is infinite how far we can go in this expression of the spirit.
It is ever and forever the whispers,
the sorrows, pain, love,
all our most and deeper sense of emotions,
that so need to be heard,
allowing it all to surface
into this creativity,
that moves into form.

This representation of the form,
it is me,
it is you.
It is all that I am,
It is
the spoken whispers
of one’s spirit.

Artist within,
strike the bare canvas
into being!

Hélène Vaillant©



Light in the Dark


Ominous clouds
Have taken over my disposition
They carry me to the wall.
There, I face myself,
Dark, severe
and unrelenting;
A stranger to love,
caring and understanding;
Stained streaked tears
Alone in my pain,
Straining to comprehend
What needs changing.
Is it me, is it him,
Is it us, circumstances,
Dementia that stands between us
Tormenting illness trying my patience;
Is it the usual aggressiveness that
Has gotten me cornered
Without an issue to retreat to;
Reached my threshold today;
This too shall heal
Into a new dawn.

Hélène Vaillant©




My soul rejoices
Though I do not comprehend
Mysteries that lie beyond.

In the shadows of the living
I see the spirit of the dead,
Capturing the essence,
Of what You possibly are.

Intelligence cannot describe,
Nor can I adequately put into words,
The knowing that we exist
Further than this carnal body.

On calm days I have seen You,
Yet I still doubt
Your clear reflection.

States of near death
Brought to me Your image;
Your voice,
Calling me back to this earth
To fulfill my destiny’s needs.

Painful call
Re-entering the physical
My acquaintance
With Self

Hélène Vaillant©


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