Kieran's Art

 Goli Soda   Original artwork and nostalgic poem by Kieran Gonsalves (c) 2026, inspired by childhood memories of hearing the soda bottles with marble seals being opened to make fresh lime soda There was one distinctive sound that told us we had entered Goa by road It was the marble in the fizzy soda bottle pop with no easy way to reload When full, the pressurized aerated payload held the marble seal secure The marble seal was tamper proof keeping the contents pristine and pure There was no need for a bottle opener, one just pressed down on the marble It popped and out came the soda that was still fizzy, quite simply remarkable The marble made a distinctive 'plink' as it dropped in the chamber of glass This ingenious invention called a Codd-neck soda bottle was truly world-class

 How about a cuppa?   Artwork and original poem by Kieran Gonsalves (c) 2026, as an ode to the cup of golden brew It's a wet rainy day, today February 8th 2040, as I put away my paints. My study is warm and cozy, my life blessed. Ain't got no complaints! There's a gentle familiar tap on the door, it's my next door neighbor. I glance at the clock. Oh my, it's 5 pm - time for a familiar flavor! "Wretched weather" he says, as he hangs up his hat, to no one in particular. "Nothing that a good cuppa can't put right, nothing fancy. Just the regular" The tea is just the excuse. He cracks a smile, no words need to be spoken. We've known each other donkeys years, now that she gone he's heartbroken. "How's the painting?", he asks politely, but his eyes tell of a different pain. We talk of the good old times; he lights up reliving our youthful days again. "Another cup?, I ask, knowing we had just gotten started. "You make...

 Ode to Lychee   Original artwork and poem by Kieran Gonsalves (c) 2026. This was a study in painting textures. Just when I thought I’d seen it all, along came the lychee Slightly larger than a grape with flesh that is crunchy ‘n juicy Wrapped in a rough reddish skin, it is native to South Asia. Take just one bite to experience a floral citrusy fantasia! For millennia it was the fruit of choice of the Chinese Emperor. A trip to your grocery store is all you now need, dear adventurer  It makes a cool refreshing drink to beat the summer heat I prefer to scarf down a handful fresh ones. Oh, what a treat!!

 Beauty that isn't evident at first Original artwork and pensive poem by Kieran Gonsalves (c) 2026, inspired by the children's tale of the ugly duckling. Oh how I cringe each time I hear it being callously being said Someone has a face that only a mother can love. All I see is red Just because someone is different doesn't mean they are inferior Remember the beauty we first see is only skin deep, the exterior! And that kind of beauty doesn't translate to being a good person The kind who sees from the heart to be with you when things worsen You feel the presence of that true friend across time and space. If you find such a person then you've found a true font of grace!

  Fluidity Original artwork and whimsical poem by Kieran Gonsalves (c) 2026 on fluidity For today’s artwork I chose to study fluidity in life. Letting the water tell a story starting with the knife! One can literally taste the watermelon, fresh and juicy. Ah, first let’s wet the whistle with something boozy The clock has witnessed it all but holds its peace. Happy to stay in its lane, to serve just as a timepiece Time to go to the cellar for a new bottle of single malt! While I let the artwork speak to you on its gestalt

 Surfer dude Original artwork and poem by Kieran Gonsalves (c), 2026, inspired by an enlightened conversation I had this morning at the De Anza Flea Market. I learned that "hang ten" is the quintessential surfing maneuver where the surfer rides on nose of the board with all ten toes hanging over the edge. It is considered the epitome of surfing requiring precise balance, speed, and positioning within the pocket of a wave. The game of life throws it’s fair share of curve balls  Where some see excitement, others see only brick-walls Take barreling through Mavericks on just a tiny surf board Pros make it look easy, drop into the flow, reap the reward For me, the inexorable specter of the inevitable wipeout  Keeps me grounded. Terra firma , is all I can think about  So I ended taking a photo to capture the thrill of the ride And used my paintbrush to portray the magic of the seaside