Island Life

Siva maia oe le tausala
a e aiuli ane o ni tama
e o’o le teine ia tafatafa
e i ai ma se sei fulu lanu lau’ava

An artwork a day keeps the grumbles at bay. Something serene for a turbulent July.  A night owl, restless in the midnight heat rolls out of bed and pulls on their wet suit. Running into the inky waters, they sail over a moon-lit ocean atop a stand up paddle board. Breathe in. Breath out. Paddle. The water is flat, the air is warm. Petals drift across the water's surface and ride the waves rippling from the nose of the board. It's hand-carved from driftwood, painted red.  Close your eyes and switch on Bobby Alu. Picture turquoise waves and a Pacific island beach. Imagine you're home. 

An artwork a day keeps the grumbles at bay.

Something serene for a turbulent July. 

A night owl, restless in the midnight heat rolls out of bed and pulls on their wet suit. Running into the inky waters, they sail over a moon-lit ocean atop a stand up paddle board. Breathe in. Breath out. Paddle.

The water is flat, the air is warm. Petals drift across the water's surface and ride the waves rippling from the nose of the board. It's hand-carved from driftwood, painted red. 

Close your eyes and switch on Bobby Alu. Picture turquoise waves and a Pacific island beach. Imagine you're home.