Amanda Elizabeth Devik

Wrote this one a few hours before the volcano went off and ended up spending the next sunset with Tutu Pele 🌋 1/12/26 ----------------- I sigh because I long to sit and Share sunset and sunrise-- made full sipping sunbeams like fishing line a good catch watched not with anyone entertaining every one wounded soldiers wingnuts kamikaze awol I'll befriend pohaku under open air stress less let go I'm a soft rock on a vacant shore tumbled smooth kerneled the front line is seafoam the sky my piece suns march with sheets like floating parachutes of amber light explosive eruptions are far from me as is sleep but I'm done fighting a different warrior one that no's with calm, quiet thoughtful goodbyes no solace for souless sleepers while desires stay damned by circumstance I will soak up rainbow colors maybe reyes come offering comfort so I'll romance the sea and behold my own love at sunrise. ⚡️🤍⚡️ AED

Open air painting of episode 40, got to site around 11 and stayed until sunset. Oil, the one on the right is more expressionist style. #kilauea #volcano

Episode 40 #volcano 🌋

@Nikwalton_ Happy Sunday 🌌

Gm everyone Happy Sunday

@ArthurShelbyNFT Lots of changes happening ✨️ Hope I'm well too on the other side of it. ☺️💖 Hugs, to the King of Tomato Art.

@amanda_devik That was deep little miss liquorice lips, hope you're well ❤️

Bisqued and Waiting For now, I'm my own for safekeeping. I pray for strength and the words to express boundaries better than casual creations can. I'm soft and shapeable, but perfected over time. I pray for divine protection And will, that my choices lead me far from those that might stuff me in a backpack, loose me in a cluttered car, scuff my finish, infuse me with smoke, sully me with prolonged and improper storage. To approach Becoming in a way where I might diminish this brightness with quiet brushmarks humble yet whole and harmonious While working on the masterpiece that is my life... To avoid catching the wrong sort of attention Is an art in itself. Even if God could endlessly repair me, neither of Us would want to repeat the trials of hell And the blows of the anvil Just for the sake of reforging. But to diminish and cower in fear, it's clear-- I won't and can't... I'm destined for brilliance as an ode to that Great Maker That Beloved Creator An extension of an essence distilled down to a drop and deposited in this maliable physicality. To be a perfect expression of transcendant alchemy. To love the way that God loves Might blind, but can't hide. It might fire away the excuses and justifications you lean on to lessen yourself-- By daring to only look at it. Seeing that light might make a masterpiece out of you, too. At 1060°C, evaporating all your impurities Making you question your insecurities And their misguided motivations... It might prepare you to perfectly receive a miraculous coat one day; a crystaline sheen that protects you from life's nicks and scratches. Now I sing with a flick and a ting-- A tone that rings through the Artisan's studio. And await a consonant reply. AED ⚡️🤍⚡️

Rise & Shine Awaken The symphony of yardbirds and the flirtatious sun greet the windows of this cabin and my soul with eyelids' first opening. I see silhouettes of pioneer trees Sporting firework flowers To please passing bees And my spirit hears the silent song of their beckoning. Even my body is dewy Like nearly dry matte paint or fresh greenware And I meet the day feeling truly new As that Great Unseen Artisan Master somehow reimagined me. God dreamed me different today-- There is no bloat of trapped stressors My cells process perfectly No atrophy or knot of muscle; Reponsive fibers release effortlessly. Every organ relaxing into optimal performance Every heartbeat pushing warm, clean blood to the furthest extremity Every breath soft, fresh, deep, and deliberate Even tendons revitalized and renewed, primed and ready to Rise My hair catches rainbows, Like it was woven on the loom from those rays. Lavished in Luminosity I'm dressed in sunlight first. I stretch to break my fast from movement I salute Apollo for the assist With short asanas and a smile Basking with bare feet on the wood he warmed for me I settle into receiving morning sounds And sit with my meditation Noting that even the mind is perfectly stretched and prepared The student was gifted fresh canvas. ... I'm reminded that fine art can only do so much freeze a threat with its stunning existence. Appreciated by many, coveted by an advantageous few-- It requires multiple layers of security and a small army of stewards and protectors. Lest it is theived in ignorance to end up at a thrift and fade under layers of dust Left to reflect under flourescent lighing on linoleum. Speaking of layers, I make the first strokes on my day, flourish my form into a robe and remember: I must Rise from the yardsale of my past life, Maybe discovered by keen eyes, whose wisdom watches in awe the worth that warrants such wards. Picked up with hands that show reverence, respect, robustness and with resonable restraint Remain delicately devoted in care and conservation It is Source that performs the restorations And it is undenyable now Who spent the extra time on this vessel I could never take the credit for how I woke up today I'm merely a willing apprentice to that Glory, simply learning to Shine AED ⚡️🤍⚡️

@JohnMayer @deadandcompany @GratefulDead Find a date for RISE yet?

Night 2 of @deadandcompany at Golden Gate Park, SF celebrating 60 years of @GratefulDead. A magic night, aided by the presence of #sturgillsimpson who sang “Morning Dew” and Grahame Lesh on “St. Stephen.” Night 3/3 coming in hot…

When you camp at the ceramics studio because the fire lasts 3 days and your shift is 12a-6a

" Draw a circle "

Found object

Today he had me learning to wedge clay after organizing a bunch of his bisqued pieces. I got everything on the table up onto shelves and got a lot of old art books organized.

First pinch pot. I have a clear idea of what I want to do. Brian Bickle ("Bick-Lee") has me on the basics though, not skipping any steps. He's a disabled veteran and an alchemist wizard in his own right.

Landed an apprenticeship at one of the most impressive pottery studios in the area, so that's happening.

Yes or no?

@BlazzordTV Looking forward to your video tings 🤍

Booked a $20 solo cruise to Denmark this morning. Two nights off-grid. No Wi-Fi. Just me and the sea. Back soon with more content 🇩🇰🌊📵

The women were like the coffee beans. The first merchant was all talk and show, he might as well have been selling snake oil. Those beans are like the girlfriend, a lot of talk but little substance. The second merchant's beans had quality pedigree and were widely known of, similar to the Haseki Sultan. And the beans from the artisan producer were like the Sultan's newest wife, produced with care and keeping quality in mind; stunning in their simplicity and attention to detail. Character can be judged in a moment, so remember to keep your head. And original short story fiction by Amanda Elizabeth Devik ~*~*~*~

Here is a tale I came up with this morning when I spilled some expensive coffee beans that were grown here on island. While some of the elements pull from history, it is (to my knowledge) a fictional account. ~*~*~*~ Let me tell you a fascinating story about how character is revealed in a moment. Murad IV the Sultan was in the process of abolishing coffee from consumption by the common populace. The belief was that coffee was too stimulating and mind-altering to be holy; much like alcohol. It was during this time that esteemed merchants were touring through the region with the finest goods and wares. And of course they would visit the Sultan to showcase the most quality products. Even though guards were instructed to sneak out in disguise to behead coffee drinkers in public, Murad IV would still partake in coffee and even alcohol in some social situations. And so when the first merchant came through with beads of sweat and hands shaking as he pulled out a parcel of coffee beans...Murad IV looked at the package sternly before smelling through the cloth bag and softening his expression and letting out a chuckle. "It's ok, but I've had better. Find the merchants with only the finest quality coffee and bring them to me." So the rookie went out to his network, and soon 3 more merchants appeared. One of the merchants told lofty stories about the magical properties of his beans. He spoke of their healing powers and ability to provide mental clarity. So showy was his display, you could almost taste sugar. Coffee merchant number 2 highlighted the processing of the beans, and this was a well known source because the processor got beans from all over to meet demand, so there was plenty to supply the palace. The third coffee merchant was quiet though. He brought a small quantity of beans from an artisan grower that used clean growing practices and roasted the beans carefully on site. When confronted by the Sultan, he simply said; "The beans speak for themselves." "Surely then, this is the finest coffee!" exclaimed the Sultan. He quickly dismissed the pompous salesmen and thanked the rookie merchant who brought his colleagues. The rookie was so nervous that as he was leaving, he bumped into the choice merchant and a sac of coffee opened in his hand spilling half of its contents onto the floor. Before the rookie could even apologize the Sultan's girlfriend eagerly came and scooped up a handful from the top of the pile on the floor. "These are still precious beans of the finest quality. I can humble myself to drink this, even though it fell to the floor. I will make a good wife." His chief consort, the Haseki Sultan said "I will have coffee from the sac, but nothing that touched the floor. I know these are the finest coffee beans but I also know my worth. Then, the newest wife quietly picked up the remaining beans...very tenderly and carefully, removing bits of dirt and hair as she collected them. She said nothing, but her tender fingers were so loving in the way she cleaned them and cleared the floor. The Sultan watched all of this in amazement and looked at his girlfriend. "This is why you are not a wife. My chief consort knows her worth and would never dream of eating from the floor. My newest wife, she takes care of valuable things and is so affectionate and gentle with everything she touches. But you, you swoop in first like you are owed the best coffee without invitation. You pick up the top of the pile but are too smug to do loving work like my newest wife. Guard, behead this woman for her addiction to coffee. I want her out of my sight!"