She goes everywhere when she dreams... in a quiet lounge, on the plane, at the shops, she goes everywhere. Sometimes she paints a thread of light, sometimes she paints nothing at all. Why do people do that, she wonders. Why do they feel the need to do that. She paints another moon, or is it a liquid sun... time will tell...
And this place she goes, and she does go there, is raging and calm. At the falls, she stands close to the edge. She reaches out to find his hand there as always. Standing free to absorb the wind, he lets her have her moment. She loves the feel of his palm in hers. It feels safe...
She feels the sea dripping lush thoughts into her every pore. She feels him there. What a day, she's part of a team now, and it matters what she does. It really matters...
The wire. It's hard to balance up here, he reaches his hand, steadies her shadow, and not looking down, she walks his line. Another circus, a golden touch, she's free to dream. She walks this often, into the sunset... it's where she goes when she paints. It's her other world, and both are wonderful. She is another person here, when she dreams, in pictures, she is authentic. A soul exposed to the light, melting fast... I didn't catch your name she said, it's...
Alright... there, in the breeze, in the light, in the fire... she paints up a storm. Lovely flame. Shall we... they slide through the night, like a bonfire on a deserted beach. I believe in you, she said. I believe in you too. You haven't painted for a while, yeah I'm having a little break, it's a long story. Don't make it too long, what the story or the break... hahaha you've got this...
Anyway, pubs gonna close soon... last drinks. Time for a last dance, any requests... yeah that one about, you know. Against the white wash walls, it's morning. How good was that...
Wow, thats deep, oh yeah. I love the city in the morning, the smell of coffee, where's my shoes, who cares, just buy some more. K
I chose to have my first art exhibition in Samoa, after the 2009 South Pacific Tsunami. It is a place very special to our family and is entwined in our own unique story. Reflections of Samoa became a vehicle for me to pour my heart out, in a way that was colourful and fun. Using lava lava material purchased from the market in Apia in 2008, our love of nature came to life in such an honest way.
I choose to go deeper into my art. So deep in fact, it crosses over into every other element.
I choose to step between the two... only then do I fully grasp what I've done.
Only then do I feel comfortable to share.
Only then do I feel less vulnerable.
I have shared this space.
And I will again. K
Out of the Deep
Rising up and out of the ocean
A wave, a mountain, a dream
Rising up and out of the deep
A hope, a reality, a new life
We are what we remember
We are what we do
Time marching forwards
Carrying us along
Mystery, depth and spirit
Always there beside you
Grab it and embrace it tight
And let it be your guide
KF
