Wandering Mist - Inspiration is everything

An old saying goes that when you need comfort, hug your mother… for her heartbeat is the most comforting sound that nature has custom-designed – only for you. It is something we have grown up listening to.

But somewhere down the line, we lost touch with all that was simple, real and pure. We search all over the world to find what gives us peace. But what we long for at the end of the day is a simple feeling pure, an expression of life and love… and this is something similar to what I found, by chance, in Rokia Traore’s performance at TED.

Soul stirring vocals, nascent strings and moody blues make this video not only watchable but makes me want to paint. I dont know when, but I will.

Rokia Traore’s performance did make me go numb and throbbing at the same time. Her voice, her aura, the music and all the colors around her, did make it seem very ethereal. Feels like a jazz performance but more soulful and more goose-bumpy.

The guitar strings and the traditional instrument merge together to create a unique kind of music.  Marrying the old with the new – her musical fusion is exquisite and something what we keep searching for.

Yes, I am so much inspiredd to paint the whole song. Or perhaps her. Her soul. I dont know. I rarely paint with music but this one urges me to try. Please click below to watch one of her song performance.

Rokia Traore sings the moving “M’Bifo,” accompanied on the n’goni, a lute-like Malian stringed instrument with a soulful timbre. A quietly mesmerizing performance.

Rokia is blessed with such a lovely face that her silhouette stands out beautiful in the blue purple light. I’d say a fauvist style painting of hers would be striking and deep. One soul painter who could do justice to Rokia Traore’s is Bruni Sablan – whose works I’d die for. 

Rokia makes us feel Africa, the native african language, its sounds, sights and smells… sitting faraway. Like any blessed land full of strives, pain, loot and maraud… her voice sounds the angst of africa. I do not understand the lyrics but feel no need to know them. The pain is felt. The despair is sensed. The longing is shared. 

Yes, love is beyond language.

I hear it as I write this. Oh! how can it not touch your soul.

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