Footprints softly land on grass
A tiptoe through the Vista
The blades of green are waiting still
To sing a gentle whisper
Sometimes a visit from the frost
Weighs down their jagged edges
There's always shelter from the side
From fluffy little hedges
Warmed from sunshine from the blue
Renewed in shades of lime
The price we pay for nature's way
It doesn't cost a dime
Skipping through the swaying lines
The whisper winds are flying
If dreams came out of catalogues
Which piece would you be buying?
The grass is soft, the air is light
The path awaits us all
Be kind to little blades of green
They stop us when we fall
KF
It's a puzzling world this. I would love to go back to this time and give myself some advice. I painted this piece at the start of my exhibition journey. If I remember rightly, I had a song on repeat and I painted this upside down. It drew me in, a little deep for comfort. Not content with just keeping it for myself... I went to all the trouble to post it overseas.
Floating through in pockets
in the warm and humid night
Inbetween the echo
of the laughter and the light
Dreaming of a place
we're stepping out into the air
Flying through the fringes
not a minute now to spare
Music serenading
as the sun is going down
Running through the market
on the busy side of town
KF
And the advice... Don't give yourself away. They'll never fully respect you if you do. Generosity is a different thing, it's a choice. Inspiration is there, but there's only one person who can make your art, and that's you. Your unique, beautiful self.
