Amy Oles

Amy sent me a personal FB message wishing me a Happy Birthday. I got no call doing the same. I heard no human voice honor the day I was born, until I went to Target to buy a frozen piece of cake, that they did not sell anymore. On the way home, I bought a loaf of fancy bread. The woman asked if there was something else I wanted. “Can you wish me a Happy Birthday?” “Happy Birthday!” she said, and gave me my only gift that I carried home with pride, thinking “This is better than nothing!”

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Amy Oles has been my Facebook friend for two years. We have had long conversations on the phone. I sent her a Crane Bag with magical stones, and she gave me two of her paintings, which I framed and have on my wall. Very rarely do I allow other artist’s work in my home. The energy that radiates from Amy’s images, keeps on giving. They do not bore me. They tell stories. They are illustrations to go with Amy’s unlimited imagination and being. There is no beginning or end to Amy’s story telling. They are like Carrie Fisher’s ‘Post Cards From The Edge’ but Amy is out there, on the edge of space. She is a Messenger. Her father’s people came from France. Amy reminds me of Joan of Arc. The Coneheads are back, making commercials. Amy may use Conehead as her surname. No telling what she is going to…

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I am an artist, a writer, and a theologian.
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