Akiane: The Early Years
Prince Of Peace
AKIANE KRAMARIK | AGE 8
MEDIUM: OIL ON CANVAS
For many years, a blurry image of Prince of Peace appeared to me in my dreams and visions. Only after a mysterious carpenter came knocking on our door one afternoon did I know it was the right time to paint the story of hope.
KAS JIS?
WHO IS HE?
As a child, one face kept appearing to me in my
dreams and visions.
I knew this face was not just any face,
but a face of somebody who could open people’s hearts to be the best they can be.
A face that could spread love, peace and unity.
- Akiane, Age 8
IT'S NOT TOO LATE
Perhaps I wanted to catch it.
Perhaps not.
But one morning I wanted to paint the wings–
Too late–they fley away.
I wanted to paint a flower–
Too late–it withered.
That night the rain was running after me.
Each drop of rain showed
one and the same face,
and it was everywhere.
I wrung out the love to mark the red.
I wrung out the stumps to make the brown.
I wrung out the trust to make the yellow.
I wrung out my own eyes to make the blue.
I wrung out the leaves to make the green.
I wrung out the nightly pain to make the black,
I wrung out my grandmother’s
hair to make the gray.
I wrung out my visions to make the violet.
I wrung out the truth to make the white.
Today I want to paint God’s face–
It’s not too late.
IT’S NOT TOO LATE
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