Caught in Orbit

Beau Monde

Beau Monde

When I look at your heavens, the work of your fingers,

the moon and the stars, which you have set in place,

what is man that you are mindful of him,

and the son of man that you care for him?

Yet you have made him a little lower than the heavenly beings

and crowned him with glory and honour.

Psalm 8:3-5

A spirited schoolroom, where the art of storytelling finds its true form, with fables told in watercolour, legends in song and the tumultuous tale of our gorgeous planet inscribed in ink across the history of mankind.

In this world that is a schoolroom, there are no students; there are no teachers; there are Artists. Paintbrushes held aloft over blank canvases, pens poised over ivory, fingers dancing across strings. Sound and colour flying through the air, crashing into each other, soul mates in every sense. Sight, sound and touch becoming one in the overwhelming experience of the human condition.

Writers, pens darting across snowy white paper, curling lines flowing into elegant realities, ink droplets falling on invisible thoughts for all to read. The story of the earth written in verse, poetry in prose, lives in lines of beautiful symmetry undulating over oceans of sharp letters, soft vowels, flowing consonants. Stories of life, death, love, loss.

Painters, brushes dipped in acrylic, vivid colours spread over the walls of this world, gorgeous depictions of the earth, the sea and sky. The mural of the earth's creation, light celebrating its arrival, golden stars darting across the ether, blazing trails of fire hanging like garlands across the heavens. The introduction of life to the barren world, hunters and hunted, the natural order in deadly talons, racing heartbeats, straining lungs. In birth and death alike we find the contrasting shades of life...

Musicians, notes soaring from trembling strings. Pure joy curling through the air, an orchestra of virtuoso's, excelling, growing, creating. The composition of nature and mortality in poignant melodies, the golden harmonies of natural selection, predator and prey. The beauty of Mother Nature in every perfect motif, her effervescent optimism in every octave, every phrase an expression of her essence.