May 2019 Autumn studio news:

Studio news/blog

“Sometimes, when I find I haven’t written a single sentence after scribbling whole pages, I collapse on my couch and lie there dazed, bogged in a swamp of despair, hating myself and blaming myself for this demented pride that makes me pout after a chimera.  A quarter of an hour later, everything has changed; my heart is pounding with joy.” Gustave Flaubert

All rubber-wrapped-up for this coming winter….

“The artist’s life cannot be otherwise than full of conflicts, for the two forces are at war within him – on the one hand the common human longing for happiness, satisfaction and security in life, and on the other a ruthless passion for creation which may go so far as to override every personal desire…There are hardly any exceptions to the rule that a person must pay dearly for the divine gift of creative fire.” Carl Jung

Dear friends….

it feels like i’m entering ‘hibernation’ mode for this coming winter, so I’ve been a bit slow with the studio-newsletter thing….but here’s a link:

https://mailchi.mp/9e0355915133/aprilmay-2019-studio-newsletter

“Unless you have been thoroughly drenched in perspiration you cannot expect to see a palace of pearls on a blade of grass.” The Blue Cliff Record

re-arranging my ‘atelier’/studio

stitching…studio view

Studio view

Studio view

On another note….I received this message today:

Happy Anniversary with WordPress.com!
You registered on WordPress.com 8 years ago.
Thanks for flying with us. Keep up the good blogging.
Wow, 8 years! Thanks WordPress! And thank you to YOU out there, for reading my blog!
(Now I just have to work on the ‘good blogging’ part 😉

 

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“nothing to gain and nothing to lose”

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The play-pretend queen found a story about a ‘flute player”, and she would like to share it with you….


“A new flute was invented in China.  A Japanese master musician discovered the subtle beauties of its tone and brought it back home, where he gave concerts all around the country.  One evening he played with a community of musicians and music lovers who lived in a certain town.  At the end of the concert, his name was called.  He took out the new flute and played one piece.  When he was finished, there was silence in the room for a long moment.  There the voice of the oldest man was heard from the back of the room:  “Like a god!” 

Sketchbook page. Mixed media

The next day, as this master was packing to leave, the musicians approached him and asked how long it would take a skilled player to learn the new flute.  “Years,” he said.  They asked if he would take a pupil, and he agreed.  After he left, they decided among themselves to send a young man, a brilliantly talented flutist, sensitive to beauty, diligent and trustworthy.  They gave him money for the living expenses and for the master’s tuition, and sent him on his way to the capital, where the master lived.

The student arrived and was accepted by his teacher, who assigned him a single, simple tune.  At first he received systematic instruction, but he easily mastered all the technical problems.  Now he arrived for his daily lesson, sat down, and played his tune – and all the master could say was, “Something lacking.” The student exerted himself in every possible way,  he practiced for endless hours, yet day after day, week after week, all the master said was, “something lacking.” He begged the master to change the tune, but the master said no.  The daily playing , the daily “something lacking” continued for months on end.  The student’s hope of success and fear of failure became ever magnified, and he swung from agitation to despondency.

Finally the frustration became too much for him.  One night he packed his bag and slinked out.  He continued to live in the capital city for some time, longer, until his money ran dry.  He began drinking.  Finally, impoverished, he drifted back to his own part of the country.  Ashamed to show his face to his former colleagues, he found a bat far out in the countryside.  He still possessed his flutes, still played, but found no new inspiration in music.  Passing farmers heard him play and send their children to him for beginners’s lessons.  He lived this way for years.

One morning there was a knock at  his door.  It was the oldest past-master from his town, along with the youngest student.  They told him that tonight they were going to have a concert, and they had all decided it would not take place without him.  With some effort they overcame his feelings of fear and shame, and almost in a trance he picked up a flute and went with them. The concert began.  As he waited behind the stage, no one intruded on his inner silence.  Finally, at the end of the concert, his name was called.  He stepped out the stage in his rags.  He looked down at his hands, and realised that he had chosen the new flute.

Now he realized that he had nothing to gain and nothing to lose.  He sat down and played the same tune he had played so many times for his teacher in the past.  When he finished, there was silence for a long moment.  Then the voice of the oldest man was heard speaking softly from the back of the room:  ” Like a god!” 

quoted from a book I received as a gift recently called: “Free Play” by Stephen Nachmanovitch

Sketchbook page. Mixed media

Anyway, I hope you all had a wonderful Easter-weekend! Take care…xxx

Rabbit! where did you hide those eggs, girl? (detail of a work which I will tell you more about later)

Greetings from the studio…2019

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Yikes, already 11 days into the new year, but for me the ‘new year’ officially starts when the children goes back to school. It allows for some quiet contemplative time in the studio.

Usually I try not to make new years resolutions, but with that said, this year I aim to spend more time in the garden,

“Om grond te eet is goed vir sooibrand/ eating dirt is good for heartburn” Embroidery on rubber – Private collection

and focus on cultivating a good posture while working.  Also to practice more yoga and to breathe deep.

“Vanity is becoming a nuisance; I can see why women give it up, eventually. But I’m not ready for that yet” – quote from the book Cat’s Eye by Margaret Atwood

I wish you all a prosperous 2019!

and remember:

“Your craziness is another’s reality” embroidered rubber – Private collection

 

 

Flashback and Forward Friday

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Me, on this day, back in 2002… a bride to be. Photographer Ruline Spies

The more I think about it, the more every exhibition opening, or the anticipation of it, reminds me of my wedding day; because on that day, one invites eyewitnesses to take note of what you’ve done, or what is about to come. It also celebrates new beginnings, or happy endings….

I am looking forward to see and meet you at the following upcoming exhibitions:

22 and 23 September 2018: In Baardskeerders Bos Art Route

and

03 October 2018: “Minutes to Midnight” a solo exhibition at 99 Loop gallery, in Cape Town

 

Who is the ass anyway?

Art portfolio- my work, Studio news

“”Introspection is a devouring monster.  You have to feed it with much material, much experience, many people, many places, many loves, many creations and then it ceases feeding on you” -Anais Nin

who is the ass anyway detail

“Who is the ass anyway” will be hanging out with other monsters, misfits and mermaids in BaardskeerdersBos on the 22-23 of September 2018. I hope to see you there!

Who is the ass anyway 62 x 42 cm cotton thread batting and rubber (wood frame) 2016

If you cannot make it, don’t despair, for I am putting together a e-catalogue.  If you wish to receive one, send me a message with your email address to be added to my mailing list. …Looking forward!