Good reef

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

A brilliant start

The South Pacific has always been a huge source of inspiration and our artwork is dotted around it's shores. An energy of all things powerful in nature and peaceful in the divine. We're reconnecting with that vibe in South East Asia.  A visual statement is always a strong one. 

I saw you there in my dream last night

You followed me home to the lake

A smiling vision of you in the red

With me back

I couldn't take

Reassured of your happy face

You seemed at peace in your skin

You came to visit at 4 am

And left on the back of a fin

It's good you're still there

And still come my way

I needed to hear you say

No spoken words but just a nod

Is a brilliant start to the day

KF

...a warm embrace...

Turtles and beaches of Bali are our current fix.

...memory close at hand...

Our texture began as lava lava material from the markets of Apia. We've experimented a lot over the years using tapa cloth, coconut Fibre and shells. Finding the natural, unspoilt elements the most inspiring.

A new gentle way.

Lost and Found

If I was in a castle, who would I choose as Knight

To glaze my tart with sugar, an apricot delight

The air outside is pumping, it's in another zone

I hear it running down my throat, a dripping telephone...

The horse is dark and still, he's chomping at the bit

I know he knows I tell him so, he's really fkn lit

And later in this room, we know it's gonna reign

A warm embracing red rich ruby, Giant lipstick stain

KF

Two sneak peeks at this circle delight has your hands all over it, while preparing for a bite so full, you'll feel like taking off your crown.  Wiping the sweat off your brow comes naturally to the surgeon with the steady hands... a toast to that and thank god he ain't stoned, or who nose the real reason behind this kiss. A transparent mannequin, an invisible ghost, a see through saw... call it what you will, it's speeding.  Through time into another realm. K  

I have driven this road, the sun in our eyes, we stopped at the bridge for a photo.  A road licked on the side of your cheek, exploring many possibilities, tho we travel the highway of another's dream...

And there it was

Read

Past tense

An orbiting star in her head

Not fully enclosed

A loose Pacman awaiting their meal

First course is served, it's beets and jam

Smashed

Into your mouth, your face, necked...

And here where the winds fly, we meander along the edge, waves banging up below, hills meeting up above.  It's a dream.  There's a lightness to speeding along tar, a freedom, made ever free by sharing the ride...

Second course arrives

Sweet, stomach awaits

...rolling curves lead to...

Ecstasy.  What's around the corner, and the next.  Do we need to know.

Absorbent heart

I saw you sitting on a chair, your heart within a book

I devilishly dived on in and had a sneaky look

I felt your heart was fizzing from a quiet little place

The comfort in connecting from out here in outer space

We have time today to touch the sun.  We have time in our hands, we have love, it's spilling all over into the bowl, into our mouths, our blood, ourselves.  We do have the shoulder for that...

Let's go a little farther now, the snow is wafting through

We'll call a day and bundle up, we're yet to see the blue

Oh boom, surprise and there it is, a woven flick of light

Reflecting all the pieces hidden so far out of sight

A little change of rhythm with a rhyme I wrote today

The gentle swing and sway of words, I'm gonna let them play

I'm about to light the fire, holding onto a dream.  We seek warmth from the trees and comfort from the sun.  In a land of mountain horizon, on the edge of a shimmering lake, we hear your voice over all...

You said direct

Yes, into another story

Splintered shadows

Far, this airport is fkn crazy

O'hare we are

Lost and Found

KF

The tail end

Significant pr

ogress has been mad

e so we prog

ress to the oce

an disso

lv

KF

I could tell a tale or 2 of whats gone down in this space.  It's full and on.  If we could do it all over again, nothing would change.  At the tail end of the building process, we laugh a lot around our table.

The calm after the Storm... one of my first.  Currently residing in Newtown, Wellington.

Off to cook up a storm

K

The return

 ...you never journeyed

The journey you never returned 

Spadefuls of dirt scattering

Waves cresting in the light

Champions of the sea chattering

To everyone and me

The journey you never returned

in time and not forgotten 

KF

Written on the Interisland ferry... sailing to the other side. Its my turn. Sailing home x

Elegantly persuaded

You know it's art when it fills the space intended...

Elegantly persuaded to create itself into existence.  Elegantly Jaded was a celebration.  Held in Queenstown, our third exhibition over the hill... from a Sense of Place to a Sense of Space... we've been tipped over the edge on many an occasion.  Proud of that.

There are no critiques here

No information to spare

I listen in to lesson in

We have been touched

To carry on

I know it's art when it fills the space

Intended

KF

A rich palette of blues and greens are peaceful in my garden.  A fish out of water, we go there to escape.  We go to fill that space.  To seek. To find peace.  We know it's art there.  It's reassuring to know we are off the hook.  A million words. Thank you. Melodically. K

Mega Shots

MEGA SHOT

Shhhh..... don't tell anyone but this last post is about to go viral.  Just one shot of courage from the rim injected, cold pressed and pasteurised plastic tin'll be all thats needed to raid the tomb.  While there, you'll be presented with an array of shots... lined up on the parade and a cocktail of roots from the canal.  Significantly raw, this winter ale has homegrown written all over it's neck in large bumpy type from the big app... appealing as it is to be first in line to sample this delicious brood. It's a bit watered down this one, hmmm maybe I'll take one up each nostril, fling my head back and inhale so deep a tornado'll form and erupt on another planet.  Gotta go, my phones ringing... hello Sir. K

MINOR SHOT

I'm gonna whisper this one in case another ear falls off and bury's itself in the ground.  That's sound advice I hear you say... I'll take that one in, object to it, roll it over and throw it off the edge.  Again, don't be fooled by the glass... it's on crack and ain't afraid be be looked through.  Magnifying every little detail is the name of this GAME and we're all fairly involved round here.  Not content with mediocrity, this city sparkles in every hue, far, far ha-way from here.  Coasting all the way to the bar.  This minor shot is potentially writing it's own script.  A lot of chemistry'll be involved in it's making. K

Stumped for a while bought me down to my needs

It's meaning in branch had beginnings in deeds

What's written in pen is interpred in Blu

No need for the fire to smoke through the flue

It means what it means it is taken in well

A tranquil at peace and sincere

I can tell

KF

What are u doing Mary

Do you know how much sht I've written lol...

Twas a nice cur

lee fluff

Fee lit

ill weigh

Stiff thyme

KF

On a hot summer night 

Would you offer your throw

To the wind

With the real knows it

I bet

You say that

To all

KF

Sometimes it takes such a conscious effort to do the thing most unconscious

like

...

KF

Haven't written poet

Tree for a while but it 

Spills when it

Leaves

KF

Going back to art

Is not really how to describe this segment

Nor is exhibiting art the way to displace ones self

But rather a being to live alongside ones thoughts

Out loud I have learnt not to speak so much

Of it all

It speaks alone now

It's peaks

KF

Do you want fries with

That

Would you like to supersize your Comb

Oh

KF

Stink

I'm out of

Ink

Burn Away

KF