In soli(d)tude’ – Day 260/365

In soli(d)tude’ – Day 260/365

Pain makes us feel alone. But we do all feel it.⁠
Pain makes us feel fragile. But through it we can tap into strength.⁠
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Pain makes me feel watery and diluted. But in it I found a landscape of trees – something to hold on to, to swim through and find my way back to the surface.⁠

Lily Friends’ – Day 259/365

Lily Friends’ – Day 259/365

I rarely see lilies growing alone. They’re always in pairs or abundant little clusters. Maybe they grow better like that?⁠
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Reminded me of a line in a song I so love..⁠.
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“Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends⁠
Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends⁠
Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends”⁠
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Thank you for your friendship on this painting journey. Thank you for growing with me. It means an awful lot. x⁠

‘Flower Power’ – Day 258/365

‘Flower Power’ – Day 258/365

Giving myself a little break by just painting feelings and fluid memories from yesterday.⁠
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Being a multi-veneered, stoic wall of rock is one thing, but I’ll be damned if some wise creator or the universe or God isn’t showing us something marvellous when it’s the beauty that sprouts from the crying cracks, the weakest points of the whole facade.⁠
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It made me think..⁠
Maybe, kindness to self is one of the greatest creative acts.⁠
Maybe, willingness to play without criticism is the hardest colour to paint with.⁠
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And maybe..⁠
Acceptance of the outcome as a figment of the now, not a final statement on all that you are will be the most beautiful thing to come out of your studio.

Liewe Hexie’ – Day 257/365

Liewe Hexie’ – Day 257/365

Aghenee F*k man. F*ckiDucki. I don’t wanna anymore. Ekkewillimeernie. Shitf*ck..
Yes, we went away for an escape.
Yes, I was full of optimism and confidence at the new adventure of painting in the great wide open, embraced by the arms of nature.
No, it did not go well. .
I lugged my f-ing paint box halfway up a bloody mountain in the gorgeous Hex River Valley only to arrive at the top with a sore shoulder, hungry and gatvol of this crazyass painting project.
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I tip my hat to all you plein air artists – because I’ve just realised that I like being inspired by nature but having the ‘just so’ environment of my studio to go paint in – where ‘elke ding is op sy plek’ (‘scuse the Afrikaans English mishmash – I’m surrounded by table grape farmers). .
I couldn’t find a level enough rock to set all my stuff on. When I did the bugs started nattering around my face. The sun kept drying my damn paint too quickly and my ass got sore from perching on a pointy rock. Not i-f*cking-dyllic AT ALL.
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Needless to say – I felt like this day beat me. But in the midst of my frustration, there were still these rocky mountains – dripping with effortless, messy beauty.
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Upon returning to our guest room, I made the best out of a sun-soaked nook, the world’s smallest table and painted the beauty that kept me from having a total shitfit up in the mountains.
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We all have a liewe hexie and a not so liewe hexie in us. For the days when the not so pleasant ones come to visit, let them have their time in the sun. They’ll be on their way soon enough. .

Haai O Blommie
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PS: if you don’t know Afrikaans culture, much of this post won’t make sense to you. Sorry about that. .

Golden Years’ – Day 256/365

Golden Years’ – Day 256/365

Here’s a thought for your Friday: What do you define as your golden years? The ones rich in youth and energy? The ones you’ll graft hard during? The ones shy with luxury but rich in bravery? Or are they the days you look forward to? The days you’re saving for? The ones you’re working towards? Days to put up your feet?⁠
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If you asked me – I think my golden years are the years where I’m willing to say f*ck yes to my madness within and go full tilt to see – just maybe – if takes me to the land in my dreams.⁠

Just some reflections this shade of ochre awakened in me.⁠