Hello Helianthus


I love sunflowers and their fabulous Fibonaccity. I have spent an enjoyable time looking at pictures of them- my own are few and far between.

The sunflower’s disk is especially impressive, with its smaller ray florets. (Thank you, StinkBreath!)

Sunflower disk.jpg
(By StinkBreathOwn work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=42466401)

Here is another one showing the disc florets, where they look like tiny churros, sprinkled with pollen icing. Spot the larva in the centre.

Here are two I found on BibliOdyssey, one fanciful, one fine:



Then I searched for another one I had seen in an old book displayed in an Oxford Museum and came across a great collection on plantillustrations.org! Here is one I liked particularly:


And here is BlurryfaceMcBlurryFaceFace (#TheInternetNamesThings). It cares what you think:


Yay for  The Sunflower that Roared!

Last, but not least: the wearable Sunflower, Helianthus.




*Neuter Accusative of ‘Hic’

So, the snow has arrived. This called for sequestering of the body-in-denial under a comfy duvet; iPad and Netflix, hummus, blue corn chips, and a glass of wine. All thirteen episodes of Jessica Jones. That helped.

Also, I published ad hoc*, which is now available for download. Add some stars to the holiday season! 

Terrestrial Troubles: Dekselse Duwweltjies!

Beware the Geeldikkop! Tribulus terrestris can provide you with many a flat tire. I cannot blame my current frustrations on the humble duwweltjie, alas. They were rife in the veld between my childhood home and school, and caused many a bicycle puncture or smarting foot. Baie-sukkel, yes. A common childish refrain it was, when someone wanted to snitch on you: “Run before the road is overgrown by duwweltjies!” Contrary to popular belief, it is not an aid to muscle-building.

2015-11-20 10.23.55DUWWELTJIE

H/T: Forest and Kim Starr, CC-BY-3

Torso on Tuesday

Clay: Male
Work-in-Process, subsequently altered

Today is September 11, once again. I have just read the blog posting on the biblioklept site, with its list of works of art destroyed in the attack. Among the works destroyed were three hundred works of Rodin.

Rodin is my absolute favorite sculptor of all time. I have been to the Rodin sculptoral garden (Musée Rodin) in Paris three times, and would go again, given the chance. My  clay sculpting above was done in 2006. The model was standing in  Rodin’s Bronze Man pose, without a reference at hand. (Of course, he had a different physique.)

We moved abode during the sculpting process, and the clay model’s head was damaged, after which I decided that it had to lose its head permanently– not only given the wrench and turmoil of the moment– the torn throat looked so much more apt.

Bronze Male Torso by Michelle de Villiers
Torso, Bronze, 12″x8″x4″, limited edition of 8, Michelle de Villiers

Hear not, Speak not, See not…

Portrait of Constraints
Hear Not; See Not; Speak Not Acrylic, 24″x36″, Michelle de Villiers, CC

Of course, this is wrong: one should hear, see and speak out against evil…The follow-up painting Hear; See; Speak scared even me, so I won’t post that 🙂 I don’t have much time at the moment; I just grab little snippets of the slippery stuff– so, no new paintings. I am working on a couple of projects though.

Oxford Dictionary
Definition of Evil, via Wordflex App

My grandmother had these three exact monkeys on the sideboard in the dining room. I spent many a meal staring at them.

What is in a name? Being a curious and introspective child, I couldn’t help but wonder if my parents had not unfairly stacked the cosmos against my being angelic by virtue of the choice of my name and surname. The Beatles helped me escape the wicked psychological harm of those devil-spawn monikers, of course! (Or did it really? I have rather come to like the word devilish…though it’s given me many a problem– that is another story. Live and learn.)

English: The three wise monkeys, "See no ...
English: The three wise monkeys, “See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil” Gandhian advice to follow three monkeys – Don’t talk ‘wrong’, Don’t see ‘wrong, Don’t listen ‘wrong’! (Photo credit: Wikipedia) Gifu-kegonji5680


Windblown in Yellow
Gust, acrylic, 24″x48″, Michelle de Villiers, sold

These are those storm gusts that speak to your very essence.

Kinders van die Wind” was written in 1967 by Koos du Plessis, when he was only twenty-two. I have a collection of his song lyrics: Erfdeel. Here is an attempt at a translation of this favourite in my own words:

I know an old, old ditty                                                     Faces, fantasies, names,

of life’s sweet woe and joy;                                               were torn apart by gusts;

of long-gone ships, shatter’d on                                      and where to all the words did go,

the bottom of the sea.                                                       only a child would guess.

The true words are  forgotten                                        Travellers without compass;

still, the melody sounds                                                  seekers who never find…

like dim remember’d tidbits from                               And finally we  all were but

a very ancient tale…                                                         children of the wind.

Of trav’lers without compass;

of goals never found…

And finally us kin and kind

children of the wind.

Above the Falls

On a Cold Niagara Day
Above the Falls; acrylic; 60″x36″; Michelle de Villiers; SOLD

The Niagara Falls have been in the news lately, so I was quite happy when the painting I did of it a couple of years ago also recently found a home. It will be inundating the buyer’s dining room in all its canvas-frozen flow.

A reciprocal storage shelf for available paintings now grace my studio as well:

Canvas Storage on Wheels

I am very happy with it and will work at filling it up! Next week will be a busy week; I may not be able to blog.