Miyani
Miyani is my teenagers ancient name. It belongs to spirit – an old, knowing soul in a young body; a healer walking through lifetimes. Carrying Eastern Aranda, Luritja, Ngarrindjeri, Barngarla, Kokatha, English, Scottish, German and Swedish lineage.
Miyani & Miyani Spirit
The verbal description of Miyani was brought to life in conversation with my dear friend, Daryl, who is the proud owner of the first original Miyani acrylic artwork ‘Trevor‘.
‘Miyani’ honours my child, my inner child and our unique neurospicyvergence; these spirits represent a universe of wondrous creatures. They speak without tongues, in a private language that doesn’t need words. Wherever they appear, they are in motion: Investigating, playing, wandering, wondering, risking, adventuring. In fire, they speak.
Faces that grace the ends of long, dancing tendrils of flame. Sparks in the night smile as glitter at those who can see. Miyani are everywhere and in everything. Imagination and dreaming always seek them out – a life force. There is nothing like Miyani to brighten a weary day. You can’t miss Miyani; you just need to look inside yourself. You can’t ignore Miyani; you just need to feel with truth and integrity.
Miyani & Miyani Spirit is the current that runs beneath these creatures, my practice, and the way I listen to the unseen. My great grandmother taught me the greatest gift: seeing with all the senses.
