Cry, The Beloved Country – by Alan Paton is a book we all read when we were littlies at school. I don’t remember the whole story I remember that Reverend Khumalo has to make a trip to Johannesburg and this is such a huge task, travelling to the big city. The whole story revolves around this city.
It’s my city, this is has been home since 1975….
I saw a beautiful photo taken by a photographer friend, captured in winter, from quite a distance. So beautifully captured, and he gave me permission to paint from his photo.
I loved painting this, the winter grass is painted over gold leaf and this gives the painting such a beautiful shine.
Painting this gave me a yearning desire to read my old school book again and to see Johannesburg through Reverend Khumalo’s eyes. I need to find an old copy of the book somewhere.
A few months ago I took this leap, it was a giant leap for me. The quiet, nervous, insecure and sometimes funny and noisy girl in the office put her hand up.
And so I started another job, I still
do the same old job which is still pretty cool and demanding, just that now I have
second role in the organisation – one that is close to my heart.
I now work in an art gallery too!
That’s just the best thing to say it literally made me smile as I typed it out.
So what does that mean for me and my career
and my passion for art?
Well it’s more work, it’s demanding and sometimes it’s overwhelming. Like juggling or chasing my tail. But I’m loving every moment of it. I don’t know why and I don’t know how but almost fours months into it and I am coping and managing it.
What this means for my art life is that I get to feed my creative soul; I am surrounded by beautiful art work all day long. Inspiration inhaling – not to copy them but to learn from them. Every day that I take a walk and look at the same paintings I see something different. It doesn’t matter if I paint a painting I’ve seen or my own painting twice as long as I use my voice to paint my story and my feelings.
I also get to control my environment, my space and to feed my imagination.
This journey has taken me out of my comfort zone into an unfamiliar space. A friend called me brave and daring when I told her last year what I was about to start. Me… being brave?!
I haven’t felt like this in a long
Today I feel confident and proud of what I have achieved in these four months, the progress has been slow but I know I bring years of calm experience, knowledge in dealing difficult situations and people. Work ethics, loyalty & perseverance. And I know I my worth.
To end off the year….I finished off with a special project – a manatee!
They are little big sea creatures, related to elephants of all things, because they have tiny nails at the end of each flipper, similar to an elephant’s toenails. Gentle and slow moving, they spend most of their time eating and resting. My kind of creature.
Sometimes called sea cows, fully aquatic veggie eating sweet looking creatures. The manatee has been linked to folklore of mermaids. How lucky you are to be compared to a mermaid.
That’s the end of 2018 paintings for me, this was a gift for a future veterinary doctor and saying that sounds good too….
I’m a watercolour new newbie. It’s scary its very different
I’m used to oils and absolutely love painting with them, they easy to mix, and just have a soft feeling to the brush and canvas. With oil you can paint one cloudy colour over another until you have your desired result. White is created with white.
With watercolour you don’t really build up, its one layer and you have to leave it, maybe once its dry you can add another very light layer and then you have to quickly leave it to dry. The white paper creates the white.
It’s confusing and for me quite scary. So I have been playing around a bit the paper is not watercolour quality it’s a sketch pad, and the paints are very cheap (primary school quality) it’s paint for children to mess with.
The playing was fun, it was a good experience, and I did some more serious ones…