A lover of the sea
The perfect word to describe me, someone who loves the sea or ocean ♥
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.
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.
I love this painting ♥
All roads lead to Johannesburg
Power lines are a bit like stick dinosaurs, don’t you think? I don’t know why I like them, what is it that attracts me, I just know I do like them, a lot! When we take long drives I always admire the scenery and the elegant looking stick dinosaurs.
I think photographers like them too, it is so easy to find beautiful landscape and sunset photos with one or two power lines dominating the composition of the photo.
Who would think that something that can ruin a perfect landscape composition, or something ugly could be made to look beautiful. We might prefer they were not there….but they do offer a beautiful symmetry in our vast landscapes and I always take a few pics.
This was painted from one of my cell phone photos – a trip down to Cape Town with my boy ♥
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 time…
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.
In the words of one of my favorite artists
The day I started A World of Possibilities