Marching on…

Happy birthday to me… 

We’re staying in the blue building on the river

Beautiful town of Dinant in Belgium. I always wondered where I’d spend my 50th. Before 2 days ago, I’d never heard of this place. I won’t forget it tho, it’s stunning.

50… bring on the next.

A once in a lifetime adventure… there’s only a first time to visit Europe for the first time. And that is now.

The roaring forties

49 years… How was it…

The Museum was brimming with ideas, so lactic and full of full of acid, you’d be excused for believing they’re on crack. Swirling around every bend, sits mug after mug of rich, choco-latte goodness, so pimped up, you’ll be scanning the trophy cabinet for another reading from Willy Wonka. A confession from the bar… We ain’t no Saint! This is a once in a lifetime gig, ‘stick it in yer cup and rotate’, (said the spoon to the hand)… there’s a reading at twelve and it’s about to strike. March on… K

Through shadow and line, we explore what it means

Might be my birthday tomorrow hehe

The forties were great.

Colour and light from the Chocolate Museum in Bruges really caught my eye. This is my kind of vibe.

Curves and angles interweave 

The art of telling a story

The art of finding connection

Sometimes we start with a sketch

Through travel, through words, through photos, and more, we’re evolving. Art is a beautiful love.

A beautiful kind of Lost

In this place I’ve found…

(The Aurora of Milford Sound)

(The spirit of the sea)

(Travelling puts everything into perspective)

(Falling water, tumbling over rock)

Sun, sea, sky, air, light, sound, feel, touch, taste

Air

I close my eyes

And I’m right there

Every time

…A beautiful kind

of Lost

KF

Highlights & Light…

A quiet stroll

Footing it down the road, let’s dive on in…

 We’ll start with a wee drop of dew thanks, and a slug of Red, don’t hold back! Over in a frame sits a portrait so shocking, peeps from all over town are drawn in by its magnitude. A window of opportunity arises for the punters at the bar… Pull out your chair, stand up and take a bow, encore.

Second course in and it’s a delicious mess, thought up by the chef next door - with a roll on the side, hold the frites! Another word salad delivers, and the full table buckles under the weight. Sweet… we smile, as we poke another wedge in… Lemon Meringue - it sure is tangy.

Walking down the cobbles - a stone.

Mind the step

KF

It’s such a happy medium

We’ve just spent the afternoon at The Van Gogh Museum in Amsterdam. What a beautiful and brilliant legacy he has left behind. What I take away from this, along with all the colour and texture, is the importance of a good sketch.

A Fairy long tale

We’re back in Dublin, with a tour around The Epic this morning… a really great interactive museum. What I find most interesting here are the stories, and the architecture, the lighting here, and their play on words. It’s unlike anything else I’ve seen in Ireland… it’s young and fresh.

We like it but it needs something else…

…ahhh that’s it, a splash of blue

Our recent artworks have been an experiment, and an experience. What is art, and where is it, are still questions in my mind. Are we the art behind, or the painting on the wall?

Does it even matter anyway?

Where’s ya bean… I hope to say everywhere.

Jack and The beans… torque is a high speed exchange of words. Part fairytale, part fiction. To me, it’s a river. A word splat, spat out, on page. It’s a flow on, not a destination.

We measure not what we’ve done, but where we’re at.

Stripping a painting back to its bare bones brings a new depth and understanding. It brings peace.

The start.

The Clowns Shoo

‘Not long to go now’ he says, walking just behind as we walk up the steep track. “I thought today was all flat” … (my mind escapes the short incline ahead)

‘It is, just over the hill and it’s all flat from there’

“Ok” (one step in front of the other)

‘Karina, WATCH OUT!’

…

“Fk”

…

As I slipped off the side of the track, I knew I’d done some damage to my leg. Still, we had 13kms to go and the shuttle was picking us up from the car park. We had to keep going, one step at a time, we walked out.

I lost the track that day.

And I lost a lot of fear too.

Resilience maybe, kept me going.

Or the thought of a hot shower and home.

As we get seated, one glance around this bar has me staring in amazement, shaking my head, eyes wide and gasping, while awaiting a throw in from the crowd. Much amusement is had in here as we park our arse down and receive our prize. First a pretzel, then a snap, a crackle and finally, a pop, here goes… followed by a glass of guess who and a game of drafts, bring the cheque. Back at the fear ground, honesty is the main attraction here, as we’re shunted along like logs in a drain. If the shoe fits…

KF

How is it that I came back from this walk to paint a landscape interpretation and end up painting a clowns shoe?

Some things we’ll never understand.

How many are you.

There.

The wild Humpridge Track, New Zealand