One of my oldest and dearest friends called me and asked if I wanted to come help do a documentary in Fiji. I said no. Right. Five weeks later my son and I were on a plane.

The project was meant to shed light on the aftermath of hurricane Winston. It was the largest hurricane to ever hit the south pacific. We saw what it did. We also saw the resilience and the character of some of the most wonderful people on earth. Truly. Wonderful. They battle the effects of climate change every single day. Fijians are so gracious they gave a neighboring country an entire island. Why? Because their neighbor's country is now under water.

We stayed in an island village. We bonded with tribal chiefs. Danced in ceremonial events. Drank kava-kava. And of course, all surrounded by paradise. Filled with the reverence for the place and the people, I found a quiet morning to do some art. Among the trees of an island called Nanuya Lailai. I found a table and some sticks and went to work. It was a great privilege to be in that place, among those people. All with my son by my side. We'll have to cross our fingers that the film gets completed. It would be a great way to bring attention to the plight of many people. Regardless, it was an adventure we will never forget.