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!
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.
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.
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.
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.)
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:
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.