The Beach and The Bride...

Sea Shells and Birds

So, my inner voice wouldn't be quiet anymore and I had to express myself. A coupla weeks ago, I went to the beach with dear friends. Finally! my craving to be with my peacekeepers was to be satisfied. The Sun, the Sand, the Water and that intoxicating Scent of the ocean were all together. I played in the water for a while getting stung by the salt water in my eyes and being pelted with sand balls by a little Munchkin. Dry off a little bit and jump right back in. And then I went for a walk, calmed by the scented breeze and the water at my feet. The sight of sea snails and lil crabs burying themselves deep in the sand waiting for another wave to wash them out to sea. But the one thing that inspired me the most were the mussel shells. They came in various colours and sizes and textures and this incredible sensation that something lived in that empty shell and even what's left behind is so stunningly beautiful!

But there was a person  who also inspired the colour and the texture and the emotion behind this painting. She is a very special friend of mine who always reminded me that even if we don't talk, each of us have that special little place in our hearts for each other. She found another piece to her life's puzzle and  in that  beautiful white gown amongst all that purple and gold. And now her little mussel shell's gonna explode into something special and beautiful!

Everytime I paint, I leave a little piece of me in each of them. It feels like fairy dust, and  everytime I see them, I know that I have what it takes to bring out the best in me. 

Coming together of Hearts and Minds!

Procrastination is the key word of my Christmas holiday. I had been planning it for over a month, without even know what medium would work out just right. But its taught me a lot. Not just where to find what and get new ideas to cut expenditure on materials but also that hearts and minds can come together without a speech or without a briefing. And even if people try to interfere, hearts that are held together bring out the best in each other. The wall mural that I planned to do with my 10 cousins was one that was to develop instantaneously. It was to be a Christmas present to our Grandad for all that he does for us. Daniella and Mini tried their hardest convince Appicha to paint the house before Christmas Day without telling him what we were scheming. It didn't work! But we told him were were going to do it anyway. ^.^ Christmas day was awesome, Mini and Daniella had planned all kinds of fun stuff and gifts on behalf of our Appicha and from them too. The wall mirrored a true representation of who we are as a family and who we are as individuals and what we desire for the family. Everybody from the eldest, Femi right down to the youngest angel, Reuel had their mark of what they could channel through whether it was using our hands or using brushes dipped in acrylic paints or trying to cover up one blob on the wall with another and eventually trying to make the blob look insanely bright and cheery. It was a day when people tested my patience and I did give in, but a wise lil angel told me that no matter what the patience tester said it was my idea that had all of us screaming and giggling and feeling utterly clueless about what to paint. And the rest is history as a day that will never be forgotten - 25 December, 2010- The Day of Jigsawed Hearts and Minds.