Dam, well... spill

Back to the shore, where the waves roll in

Back to the gentle winds, of warm tropical lands

Rarotonga is calling

The drums are gently beating

Warm smoke lingers in the trees

and the day passes without a care

The gentle waves roll in, as they crash on the outer reef

The sand is moving sideways

and tiny hermit crabs are running

The wind rushes through nearby trees

Dancing through the fronds

Changing tempo as it ducks and weaves its

way around the leaves

The gentle way of life we need awaits us from the shore

It won't be long, we will be back

To enjoy the shore some more

KF

Walking around Edgewater Resort in Rarotonga amongst our artwork was truly magical.  Hanging just above reception is the first of many paintings we sent over for our commission.   One painting for every island in the Cook Islands. Such a learning experience and we found our artwork all over the resort... from the day spa to the conference room, it was a pleasure to be part of their story. K

Sing me a picture

My brain is singing a quiet tune, today it's soft and mellow

A quiet peaceful thoughtful tale of yesterdays tomorrow

Up the tempo, turn up the sound, I feel like I'm exploding

Got to get those beats out or my brain'll start imploding

Paint a beat and paint a note, streak music across the board

I find it from my catalogue, which in my head I hoard

Listen even with no sound, there's music in every place

It's taking up... each and every... little bit of space

I must go back to sing my song, quietly with brush in hand

And see those little drops of paint, and see just where they land

Each one must tell a little tale, a little part of us

A little part of journeys had, all crammed inside the bus

The music in the art we see, it never sleeps or rests

What music we ourselves must hear, well that is ours to test

KF

I grew up with music, a lot of classical music, and a lot of comedy.  Dad was always so passionate about anything he was listening to at the time... and I loved winding him up about rap or heavy metal.  Just seeing his reaction was amusing and he'd almost be exploding with opinions.  I think I inherited this trait for sure, as I got older I would love to study different music and genres.  I've always thought of writing poetry as writing songs, with a certain rhythm you can expand on words, round them out and keep the flow going.  Same thing with painting, but in a different way.  

I had to explore this, and I started thinking of paintings as songs, the exhibition an album.  Not an original idea by any means, I'm sure others have thought the same.  But by listening and channeling ideas through my brain while painting, subconsciously creates an interesting and often totally random result I'd never be able to plan, or replicate.  Bit like flooding your mind to dam, well... spill.  And spill it did. K