Thursday, July 2, 2015

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Sunday, May 31, 2015


Today I tapped into the race, others are running it. It is my turn to support from the sideline. Comrades day in South Africa is always exciting to witness even from your TV screen. I know people running as perhaps so do you and I have known those that never finished it , dusted that off and are trying again.

Today, others run a different kind of race. In Stellenbosch University a gifted young lady pours her heart into her painting as she faces both the agony and ecstasy of producing works of art. Time is ticking as she runs towards the deadline of her exhibition. A close friend runs a different race of sorts, one involved in moving house. No doubt her works of art will declare this victory and transformation but for now she must be sweating in her endeavour to settle. And yet another  friend is on the road to healing . I stood beside them all today as I prayed for the soothing balm to get into the runners joints, the artists soul and my friend's mind.

I've heard it said that drawing is likened to slaying the dragon in order to rescue the princess. How aptly put for many of us when we embark on a new work, face a blank canvas or dare to pull the plug out of a creative block.

I surrounded these folk with a soothing song today. They run their race well. We are all worthy of finding truth deep inside, we all deserve the Glory as we step onto the dance floor of this called life.

We need to know that we are prepared for a time such as this. As a farmer prepares his soil before harvesting, as the runner crosses the finish line, the artist completes the phase of work done, the mover enters new ground to nest, all are is tomorrows beginning unfolding in this life's race. Trials and tribulations will come. Be strong , endure the hardships for we live in the promise of Hope and Peace.

Monday, May 18, 2015


This morning as I prepared for class, I looked out the window of my fragrant kitchen and delighted in seeing the Garden Queen standing so proud to face the morning light. I thought to post her for all you Rose painters, in particular some special folk in studio today. Behind the scenes , the crab flower displays her bustling flowers as busy as the smells on top of my stove. Roasted onions, pumpkin, tomatoes and coloured peppers will soon merge to create a heartening and thick soulful soup to be enjoyed a little later on. This glory is so bright that even the electric fence adds to the dynamism of the image and after the rose it can no longer be seen nor felt. A reminder to us to fix our thoughts on all that is true and lovely and noble, and admirable. To think on this that is worthy of such praise. (Philipians 4:8&9)

Magnificent Monday
Bathed in Glory s light by Ana P de Vlieg

Saturday, February 7, 2015


Listening in ernest outside my studio
Yesterday in studio of Ana s Palette enjoyed the first class together with celebrations of birthdays.One such birthday was a 50. She may not want it published but what a life to celebrate! Kerry Howell has been painting in my studio since 2007. Indeed she was apart of the original group to do the drawing class. Attentive to detail, she has since worked on realistic and looser works but what I most love is this artist's ability to get intricately lost in her work. The workings of the brain transcends her environment and the neural pathways transport her into other worlds be it memories of children had or focused attention to detail.

Donation for the everyOnecounts
Mother of three beautiful children, Kerry walks into the studio with smiles and appreciation for her time here. Graceful and Grateful would be words used to describe her.  Using art for it's therapeutic benefits, Kerry paints for her home, for friends and for worthy causes. Below is one such painting donated to the everyOnecounts campaign of 2010. Inspired by an orphan in an abandoned children's home , Kerry chose to paint her chubby foot over the piano sheet notes to the old age song of "He's got the whole World in his hands" . The music sheet mimics the other passion in her life. That of pianist and singer in the local church band. Looking no where else but what she experiences in her ordinary day, musician and helping out at the local home for abandoned babies , Kerry created this original work of art and whats more, thoroughly enjoyed the journey.

Another source of inspiration to Kerry is her family and holiday destinations. Take a look at the windows into these spaces. I need not explain these. The paintings themselves carry this artist's self and love of the moment.


Thursday, December 18, 2014


Wendy Van Huyssteen " Peace Filled" oil on canvas

Restoring light, Light within, Church light, Peace filled light are all good titles for this painting that beckons the viewer to stop in their fast paced tracks and dwell a little in this space. For Wendy Van Huyssteen this was indeed the reason she painted and captured the famous church in Greece,seen on a recent family holiday, subject of inspiration to many an artist. 

The photograph depicted the windows as dark . The underpainting of burn’t sienna hinted at making the glow in the window expressing the warmth of the memory.
The blues painted from freshly bought tubes of Maimeri “Puro” (Pure) gave the intense lustre that the mediterranean coastline provides. The velvet concrete making the roof mimics the colour of the summer ocean, the angles of whites in many values, dancing greens of bougainvillea, distant haze of rugged landscape all come together to create an appealing painting.

I felt it apt to end this years blogging with this artwork and wish you all a very peace filled Christmas where memories are made, and joy is charged within. May all your lights keep on burning and may 2015 be one filled with hope, tranquility and peace.

Wednesday, December 10, 2014


Green fields fall upon Virginia Preparatory School

Today was my only daughters last day at Virginia Preparatory School. As I painted this for the headmaster Mr Wayne Bannister, I pondered on the meaning of this for me, for her, for us all as a family. A chapter closes on a part of youth and opens onto teenage years. Luisa Ruth, you have grasped these years and excelled . May the best memories of these formative years be likened to these green fields overlooking the city of Durban. May you be the master of your own scoreboard and run this race called life at your pace and with grace continue to embrace challenges, joys and adventures, may your boundaries fall upon pleasant Virginia...thank you!  

Friday, October 31, 2014

A memorial memory of Pete Ferraz

Should I rather say that Pete's spirit lives on.... After the recent death of the founder of Splashy Fen, we found ourselves drawn to attend the memorial service of a man who had become very much a presence in our lives. My husband and I journeyed the road trip from Durban to the farm of Splashy Fen to pay our respects to a wonderful family. I noted with a lump in my throat the many cars descending the rolly polly hillside, creating a dust trail behind them, as they approached the Riverside Cottage.
With memorials comes a reconnection of many past relationships  , memories relived and with this one, for us, the distance travelled was as long as this relationship. I had met Pete and Almary shortly after Andrew and I had met. It was one of the first courting weekends away. Thereafter followed many family holidays whilst the kids were little and also times of healing retreats whilst my aunt was in remission from cancer. Lazy afternoons spent sketching was a favoured past time. 


Warm breezes inspired us to slow down, our eyes feasting on the hills,
  our tummies full of experimental cuisine. Pete loved cooking and appreciated portuguese tastes. Proud of his portuguese roots, he had once gone off to Portugal to a banquet of many Ferraz"s.

As we arrived we were met by Penny,  Pete's daughter,jewellery designer and friend. She'd read out of psalm 24 and  104. Strong believers, Pete had left a message to sing the hymns with "gusto".

The second person we embraced in her corn blue dress, eyes the shade of bright skies, Almary! On seeing Andrew she shed a tear for the relationship went back further than Andrew was born. I'll let Andrew fill in the details... but at this point I share that Andrew's sister and mum could not be here as they were both in France at the time...

Andrew's reflections: "Its not often we can reflect on someone's life and say that they truly lived their dreams, but with Peter Ferraz that was certainly the case. I recall him sharing his dream to start a trout farm and thinking that he was smoking his socks but he and Almary made it happen. A man of great enthusiasm Pete went for things with a passion. I recall long evenings spent in rambling conversations on all manner of topics. He was always great to talk to as he had read so widely and held strong opinions which he was willing to share and debate. Setting off on a walk from Splashy Fen with Pete (and the ubiquitous dogs) was always an adventure as you could never be sure where you would end up - or at who's house. Fortunately for us his legacy lives on in another of his dreams as the Splashy Fen Music Festival- A tribute to a life well lived."

Matopos mountains - spiritual home. He had managed to experience them with his wife and four girls shortly before he died.
Always late , Robin Church said, ...but never let you down and was always worth waiting for. A
creative intellect that drank in everything to do with journalism. He himself a journalist , had worked with Andrew's father, back in the day, at the Star... had covered the watergate scandal in America and never stopped pursuing truth.

River view from the Cottage.