I sold this painting and sent it to Christchurch on a courier. I remember at the time feeling stressed about how it would travel. Would it be damaged in the post. Thankfully it arrived safely and intact. I recieved a nice note from the buyer, thanking me for wrapping it so well. What a relief. I don't think I'd be able to produce another one the same if I tried. That's art.
Walking around this tidal feast has me on tender hooks not sure if we should've stepped in or swam in on a whim. There's flies a plenty here, sitting on parrot fish, a lobster on scales, crabs running sideways in rubber bands and a parrot riding on the shoulder of a fisherman on an electric scooter. Is this a snorkeling trip and if so where are my fins? Still attached and another tail over the edge of tray. Shell we dive in. K
Oh my Cod, whatcha call that? I see plates on tables and fish on coals. Hot smoke entering flesh through a thick skin. Tourist's dining out and locals eating in. Somewhere inbetween we wander, not buying or eating parrot fish, good reef, don't they eat coral? Hello, hello... they think we're crackers. Stick around, there's plenty on here, if it's chicken, it's bought. Something to ponder on our way to the table. K
Feeding the sub conscious again. A void to skip work. A pleasure to enjoy. Travel through life. Vulnerable. Reel.
We're not at the pub to be patronized
We don't sit up high for the view
Rocking around the seas are rough
Thoughts popping in that are new
Nobody digs a hole for two
Leave enough dirt for the fill
Nobody starts a beating heart
Which part of the beast do we kill
Nobody sinks a moving ship
We all want to surf on the waves
Nobody buries treasure at sea
From deep inside the cave
No one utters a single word
We rest our head in shame
It matters more the difference we make
Round here we're all the same
KF
Confusion say
Girl who breathe fire into mountain
Not necessarily someone you mist
KF
How deep
Halfway up the duck
KF
