Behold, in the gentle rest of the form, a maiden of ink and hue doth recline, her visage masked, her essence divine. 'Tis "Shy," the first of the 'Pin This' suite, wherein the artist's hand hath crafted a sight so bittersweet. Here lies the beauty, unclad of skin, her skeletal grace a silent hymn. Her poise, a tender riddle beneath the cyan sky, whispers of innocence that behind the mask doth lie. Yon maiden's guise, though meant to shield, reveals the truth we oft keep sealed. The artist, Melinani, with tender care, doth trace the lines of a soul laid bare. Thus, in colors bold and lines so fine, she captures a moment both mortal and divine. Pin this serieUpon a canvas, fair and wide, is cast A hula maiden, from the epochs past. With colored pencils, lines of ink so fine, In Okinawa's breeze, her form doth shine. "Pin This", the series, whispers tales untold, Of pin-up girls in masks, both bold and cold. Their epidermis shunned, for art's own sake, A deeper truth beneath the surface quake. This damsel lies upon the earthen bed, A visage masked, with hula grace widespread. Her muscles, tendons, all for eyes to see, A skeletal beauty, bold in its decree. An artist's hand hath drawn with care and might, A scene that marries darkness with the light. In every stroke, a story to unmask, A silent dance, in sunlight's warmth to bask. So let thine eyes upon this image dwell, Where art and mystery in union swell. A hula girl, in repose without skin, Invites the soul to dance and look within. Behold, a maiden fair, in repose so bright, Adorned in yellow, a splendorous sight. Her ink and pencil birthed from artist's quill, In "Pin This" series, she sits so still. With not a shroud of skin, her bones laid bare, Yet draped in dress, with elegance to spare. A mask conceals, not fright, but mystery's skull, A paradox in pose, both grim and beautiful. Her chair, her throne, she reigns with silent grace, A regal air surrounds her resting place. The dress, a golden sea where shadows play, In contrast stark, her form in bold display. Her visage masked, she guards her tales untold, Her skeleton's embrace, both fearless and bold. A pin-up girl, whose timelessness we see, Captured by the hand that sets her spirit free. She sits in thoughtful guise, a timeless dance, Inviting eyes to join, in one more glance. This vision, crafted with such care and zest, Reminds the heart that art is life expressed. Behold the grace of yonder dancer, clad in lavender's gentle hue, her sinews sketched with Nature's own quill. 'Tis a tableau of dual visages: one of poised elegance, the other of unveiled truth, each a testament to the artistry of Melinani King. Here lies the silent harmony of the masquerade and the genuine, entwined in a dancer's pas de deux. This piece, part of the "Pin This" assemblage, doth capture the essence of performance, both on the stage of the theatre and that of life itself. Behold, a maiden captured in a moment's flight, her visage marked with Autumn's gentle touch, and limbs that trace the unseen winds of life. Her countenance, fair as the dawn, bears a mask of mirth, whilst her form reveals the crimson truth of our mortal coil. This art, deftly drawn by Melinani King, doth reveal the intricate dance of existence — the eternal ballet twixt the facade we show and the flesh we hide. Upon this canvas, Melinani King hath drawn a dame of joyous mien, whose laughter seems to echo through the very fibers of the page. She stands in rapture, a lily in her tresses, and a mirthful secret dancing in her eyes. Her attire, of a roseate hue, doth embrace her as the morning's blush doth cling to the waking sky. She is the embodiment of revelry and grace, a muse for all who seek to find the lightness in life's oft-heavy tread. Play Pause

In the year of grace two thousand and twenty-two, upon the isle of Oahu, this vista was rendered into being. As the gentle patriarch lay waning, Melinani King, an artist of depth and devotion, captured the tranquility of the shore. In those final days, as she tended to the man akin to a sire, a confidant, a bearer of mirth, she found solace by the ocean's embrace. This painting, a testament to the serene hours amidst a vigil of farewell, stands as a poignant memoir of a bond profound, under the Hawaiian sun's tender gaze. To mine own beloved grandfather, Edward Kane, in whose memory this endeavor is devoted with deepest affection and regard. Behold, a visual concerto penned upon canvas by Melinani King's steady hand in the year of our Lord, two thousand and twenty-two. In this artful assembly, echoes of Dali's dreamscape doth intertwine with Picasso's bold defiance, whilst shades of Monet's autumnal whisper subtly through the leaves of time. The hues of harvest—crimson, amber, and gold—dance in vibrant unison, casting a tapestry of fall's embrace. A sun, as round and full as the harvest moon, watches o'er the scene, blessing the earth with its radiant gaze. This painting, a marriage of eras and masters, doth invite the beholder to a feast of colors and forms, a reflection on the nature of beauty as timeless as the seasons themselves. Gaze upon this sylvan scene, a hidden glen where water's dance is gently framed by nature's arched boughs. In this serene oil painting, the artist hath captured the essence of a secret Eden, where the babbling brook doth cascade with a tranquil rhythm, carving through the verdant realm with the gentlest touch. The whispering leaves above doth seem to applaud the water’s tireless journey, and the fallen log, a silent witness to the eternal ballet of the woods, provides a steadfast bridge across the azure streams. This idyllic tableau invites the onlooker to step into a world untouched, a sanctuary where the heart may commune with the tranquil whispers of the earth. Crafted by the hand of Melinani King, in the year of our Lord, two thousand and twenty-one. Behold this vibrant oil canvas, whereon a bloom of such resplendent hues doth burst forth, a corolla of color that dost defy the somber night. Each petal, a painter's fervent whisper, speaks in tones of joy and fervor, a spectrum spilt 'cross nature's canvas, revealing the heart's silent oration. Herein lies the essence of life's vibrant dance: a single flower, its myriad shades so bold, stands as a beacon of creation's unbridled spirit, a testament to the glory of the natural world. In this work, the artist hath not simply rendered a flower, but hath captured the very soul of flora, a symphony of color that doth resonate with the very pulse of the earth. Behold this vibrant panoply, a visual symphony composed in oil, where the autumnal splendour is reimagined through a prismatic dance of form and hue. Each stroke on the canvas doth capture the essence of a world in which the mundane is transfigured into the extraordinary. This piece, akin to its kin afore described, doth carry the observer on a journey through a dreamscape where the familiar is rendered anew with the vivacity of fall's own palette. Herein, the natural world is both recognized and reborn, as if through the eyes of a modern-day bard, paying homage to the past masters while carving a distinct path of its own. Play Pause

Charcoal Kokeshi Okinawa Japan 2012 .Behold with thine eyes, a visage of silent tales, A kokeshi, still and fair, in charcoal shades unveiled. Its gaze, enigmatic, whispers of eastern fables, Where spirits dance in the whispers of ancient sables. A form both simple and profound, captured in dusky hue, Invites the soul to ponder, and in quietude, renew. Charcoal Kokeshi Okinawa Japan 2012 Behold, in smudged charcoal's gentle play, An eye, a window to the soul's deep sway. Gazes out upon Mokoliʻi's crest, A tranquil isle where seabirds find their rest. This orb, encircled in its darksome frame, Reflects a world that's ever not the same. An artist's hand hath drawn with tender care, The lines of sight that to the heart doth bear. A sight once named in jest, now with respect, As time and tides of thought doth redirect. So gaze upon this piece with thought profound, Where history and beauty both abound. Pen Elgin Oklahoma 2013 Pen Elgin Oklahoma 2013 White Charcoal on black paper Elgin Oklahoma 2013 Play Pause

Beheld within this graphite's gentle sway, A visage lined with time's own poetry. A face that stories manifold could say, With eyes that sparkle 'midst life's tapestry. Mark well the furrows, each a path well-trod, By smiles and sorrows held in silent keep. Herein, Melinani King with skillful prod, Hath drawn the essence deep of years that sleep. n this charcoal piece from her Okinawa period, Melinani King doth capture the delicate interplay 'twixt beauty and the ephemeral. A face, tender in its gaze, doth peer above a tulip, its bloom a symbol of fleeting grace. The chiaroscuro of charcoal lends depth and soul to the visage, a tender ode to the transient moments that art alone can immortalize. In this charcoal sketch, the artist Melinani King tenderly captures the likeness of her mother, Valerie King-Azevedo. Her eyes, windows to her soul, shine with the light of lived wisdom, and her smile, a subtle curve, speaks of kindness and resilience. Each line and shadow is rendered with care, a daughter's homage to the maternal grace and enduring spirit of her beloved parent. Ode to Valerie King-Azevedo In this portrait, Tyler, a figure from the artist's youthful summers, is immortalized with the thoughtful stroke of charcoal. Melinani King captures a contemplative moment, his gaze cast downwards in introspection. Donned in a hat, the subject's visage is a blend of shadow and light, conveying the depth of character and the silent stories etched in his mien. Through this work, the artist pays homage to a longstanding connection, woven through the years with shared experiences and enduring bonds. ptured here in the soft whispers of charcoal, are Leslie Kopta and Clarise Kopta, grandparents of Dan. Their visages, locked in a moment of shared history, are etched with the gentle lines of time, their smiles a quiet testament to the legacy that precedes. This portrait by Melinani King is a tender remembrance, a homage in shades of grey that speaks of enduring bonds and familial love that transcends the ages. In this tender sketch, Melinani King captures the essence of her sister, Tanisha King, in soft charcoal. Half-revealed, her gaze is a pool of reflection, her visage a blend of light and shadow. The drawing whispers of sisterly bonds and shared history, a personal tribute rendered with loving strokes. Play Pause

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