Akiane kramarik where is she from




















Kramarik was 5 years old when on a rainy spring day, she had mysteriously disappeared. Her parents were frantic, of course, and pleaded to all to find their missing child. Police were called, her photograph distributed in the community, the search party was formed, all cars moving in and out of her hometown were checked.

But they found nothing. You might wonder what is so mysterious about a 5-year-old who probably must have playfully wandered off into the woods chasing a rabbit. So, this is what is strange. Kramarik says during this entire period when people were trying to locate her, she was always around them, just invisible. Kramarik tells me in response to the interview questions that she so graciously agreed to answer.

Her visionary experiences began right after this incident of her mysterious disappearance. Though her early life was spent sans any religious influence, she suddenly started to talk about god. At eight there was a transformation in my perspective of life. My visions returned, and so did my passion for art. Jesus to me was a symbol of hope.

Did these visions scare her? After all, she was really little when she began experiencing them. She worked hard and most importantly did what she loved. This former child prodigy gave her best and did wonders both in the field of painting and poetry.

Encouraging children to do what they like is the best way to keep them mentally strong and most importantly happy. As a child, I know what it feels like when somebody else asks you to do something against your will. Akiane did what she liked to do, earned fame, and money. Her parents also supported her in any way possible and now she is a perfect example of everyone with dreams.

When I decided to invite other children to our home to draw and paint with me in order to raise money for food and art supplies I unexpectedly changed my mind. It can bend down all the way to the ground. This way it strengthens its roots.

Your talent, Akiane, is like this palm tree. It will be stronger if you work with other children, not against them. Even though they seem like a hurricane to you now. But my mother would always bring me out of the deepest despair and doubt by motivating me again and again.

I did not enjoy working with other children, however, I could not help but notice that I began developing faster. I believe that those small doses of competition outside my comfort zone did thrust me into a deeper artistic level.

However, public art competitions and street art fair exhibits I participated in, on the contrary, never uplifted or motivated me. When Ilia, my third brother, was born I tried a few different schools for a about year and a half. One of my teachers got frequently upset with me, because I refused coloring inside the coloring books and made my own sketches. Sure enough, I did not last long in the school setting, but I believe it was a necessary stepping stone in my first encounter with the wider world.

Religious art of sculptures, reliefs and paintings in one of the parochial schools I attended greatly influenced my later attraction to legendary figures.

It appeared to me as if most people were completely ignorant of other realities, or that the realities they perceived were seen only from a very narrow angle. There was not a day during our ten-month-long living in the Rocky Mountains without some sort of accident or sickness in our family. The fifty-year-old shaggy dark blue carpet in the house we were renting was glued on every imaginable spot of the house, even on the walls and ceilings, which we believe was the cause of poisoning for Ilia, my baby brother, who developed deep, open eczema sores that bled every day and allergies to virtually everything he breathed, ate or touched.

His toxicosis manifested through life-threatening gastro-intestinal and respiratory disorders. Each time Ilia cried, he would throw up or lose consciousness, and during the night my mother had to be constantly alert as she watched over his nocturnal asphyxia. Visits to various specialists only worsened the condition. Around the same time my older brothers got injured; Jean Lu— his back and legs, and Delfini air-lifted to the hospital after his scalding accident.

For me, personally, it was one of the lowest times in my life: I developed severe migraines, debilitating vertigo and, accidentally, got one of my fingers cut off in the door hinges. Even though I did paint a few paintings, with so much going, I no longer was inspired to create art, and my mother no longer tried to change my mind.

She closely observed me, but she did not attempt to influence my decision about quitting art in any way. I honestly presumed that I would never return to drawing and painting again.

Seeing me without a creative outlet my mother encouraged my literary expression instead and would write everything down I dictated to her in three languages she had taught me. I conceived poetry and philosophy effortlessly, and it seemed that I was tapping into some bottomless literary reserves, yet I was not always successful interpreting them and never enthusiastic about editing and translating, which over time resulted in ten thick journals of backlogged drafts.

After my Dad got laid off we decided to move again, this time to Northern Idaho, the location that had been revealed in one of my visions. We continued caring for our sick Ilia, but my life changed into an unexpected direction. My mother once again started reminding me of my gifts, and before long her catchy enthusiasm revived my passion for art: my vivid visions gradually returned, and so did my dedication to art: I started getting up earlier and earlier in the morning to paint, working on larger and larger canvases, and with more and more diverse mediums.

I asked my mother to take me to the farms to sketch animals and to the stores to find human models. Akiane Kramarik, a young prodigy from Sandpoint, Idaho, has been drawing and painting lifelike artwork since she was 4. Akiane pronounced ah—KEE—ah—nah says she first met God when she was 3. And now she's hoping to use her amazing gift to help feed needy children around the world. When young Akiane's special gift was discovered, not much time passed before the humble 10—year—old was featured on Oprah , CNN, and other national media programs.

Akiane began working in pastels when she was 5, and completed her first painting at 7. Simultaneous with art was a spiritual awakening," says Akiane's mother, Forelli Kramarik. We didn't pray together, there was no discussion about God, and we didn't go to church. Then all of a sudden, Akiane was starting to talk about God. Forelli's young daughter was homeschooled, she had no babysitters, and the family watched no television.

But there suddenly were intense conversations about God's love , His place [in our lives], and she would describe everything in detail.



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