How can something so visually beautifully be so terribly destructive?
South Africa has just gone into its first day of self isolation... I've chosen to hunker down with a friend. It was a hard decision. To be in my safe environment with all my comforting familiar things around me - or be with someone? I've always advocated (strongly) or should I rather say pontificated, self-righteous even, that people are more important than things. That love is the most important 'thing' in the world. And here I was deliberating between safety and comfort and the fear of the unknown. The unfamiliar. I'd like to say it was an easy decision. That there was only one choice, but it was hard. And the lesson I learnt was that self-righteousness is hard to see in oneself... I thought I was perfectly loving, kind, open-minded, blah blah blah - but when push came to shove, I had to dig deep...
Ten years ago I refused to do commissions... I felt that I painted in a certain way and that no-one can predict another person's thought process - almost like painting blind. I then gave myself a good klap on the head and reminded myself taht I was a professional - and that it was my 'job' to do whatever it took to do it and to stretch myself.
And how happy I am that I did...
Starts with a photo...
I tend to block in the positive shapes first
It normally starts like this