Spinning Around in my Head...

Sometimes time passes by before you can pick up the pen and write something meaningful or not or even just blog in this case. I have been painting and writing poetry, all of which will go up in a few minutes, but, the point I'm trying to make is its ok to be distant and reflective and disengaging sometimes. You always know that your heart will bring you back to where you need to be. My last few paintings have been about serenity and childlikeness yet exploratory. My poetry from the depths of my mind and heart, inspired by the littlest things. It really is interesting how I have to only paint or I have to only write poetry but having two outlets or more allows me to shape who I am from the inside out.

Flaming Glass Bead

When Worlds Collide...

On the Wings of the Phoenix 

Spinning in circles
The squares lose their corners,
The triangles find strength,
The hexagons bond,
And builds a Helix.
The dots joined together
By lines and arcs,
To continue this long
Thread of Life.

Touch of Velvet

I thought about this a lot and I figured this poem would bring out whats deep inside both these paintings. They are to me reflections of each other in two different lights. One speaks to me about how deep a person can be and how that one person needs to have inevitable change and pull oneself up from the ashes and the other is the glue that holds one together. A symbol to me of how everything in life has two sides disregarding how sharp, deep, wide, gentle, curved, blurred or clear things get. 

Meet Me Halfway...

Morning Mist rolled in,

When the Sunlight touches the Darkness

With her came eerie Morning Whisper.

"Moonlight, careful now, 

Sunny Summer's almost near.

Use your gentle rays to inspire each heart.

Every minute you spend in the sky 

Is special.",

They sang in chorus.

Like a new born babe,

I shrugged my round shoulders 

And emoted my bewilderment.

Soleil Brille came up beside me slowly.

Like a kind papa bear

And reached out his luminescent fingers.

I'd come to know and love Papa Brille

Every crescent moon,

Though I remember each rebirth

His touch was warm, new and radiant,

Just as the marvel in my baby eyes remained the same.

Cindy Starr and Corey Comet came storming in,

Yelling out loud, 

As loud as the MilkyWay would endure,

Endure their starry melodrama.

But she, Mama MilkyWay, always always,

Scooped us up in her cushioned arms.

Safe is what we felt 

And safe is what we disseminate.

Time passes by,

Watery Earth sees me as a whole,

I reflect my lit up eyes at dawn

And hope that I have fulfilled

The Song of the Morning Twins.

Where the Wind Blows...

Its been a strange few weeks. Between the amount of French I'm cramming into some poor lil munchkins heads and like wise the amount that is being crammed in my head, I was beginning to think all the colours floating in my head were gonna be stuck there.And like the colours in my head I felt stuck too trying to decide on different things.

Smudged Direction

Storms rage
Far beyond any man's grasp
Will it flatten your house?
Or will it just make you gasp?

Have you your path found?
Or is the fire burning inside you
Almost put out?
What comes next maybe is,
Is what you doubt.

Golden is the sunlight that streams in
Or do you choose
The moonlight that will soon
Kiss the darkened sky?



A little voice emanates
From the body before ye
Silken as honey
As kind as the breeze
That touched your toes.

The two halves
Glued as one
Yet reaching for the stars,
Each in its own way finding
Solace, rhythm, rhyme and reason.

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.

Under the Sea...Under the Sea...

From the Depths of My Heart's Ocean

So, its been a couple of weeks since I painted. Well, it took that long for my brain to communicate to my hands what was hidden deep inside and my "voice" to articulate it properly or not. Both are possibilities.

The colours swirled
In my mind's eye,
A lush dark green
Effortlessly transforming
A gentle blue into
A beautiful turquoise hue.

With the mild toss
Of  the time-turner
I find myself
Under the sea
Where the fishes
Were chosen to be.

My mind's eye
Saw the light,
Its caressing play
To coax the peace
Buried deep in my heart out.

The light spoke,
"Mind's eye, you must see,
The purple comfort within thee."
Twilight nudged me,
And I knew
The Dream was soon
To be seen.

A splitting headache, nudged awake from a light slumber and one hour later, the dream is being seen. :)