Rush Hour!
November 26, 2008 in Sonder kategorie
Goodness! Is it just me or are they digging up every single street in Prehistoria!!!!
Jy blaai in die argief vir 2008 November.
by Pronk
by Pronk
Picasso
November 19, 2008 in Sonder kategorie
| When I was a child, my mother said to me, “If you become a soldier, you’ll be a general, and if you become a monk, you’ll end up as the Pope.” Instead, I became a painter and wound up as Picasso. |
— Pablo Picasso (1881 – 1973)
by Pronk
Dance!!!!!
November 18, 2008 in Sonder kategorie
Every child has known God,
Not the God of names,
Not the God of don’ts,
Not the God who ever does
Anything weird,
But the God who knows only 4 words
And keeps repeating them, saying:
“Come Dance with Me.”
Come Dance.
— Hafiz (1320-1389)
by Pronk
3 young ladies with well behaved pets
November 18, 2008 in Sonder kategorie
I did this as a commission for a lovely Bangladeshi lady. She is one of those incredibly sweet, salt-of-the-earth type people and i kept that in mind while i was doing the painting. She always wears gorgeously colourful silk scarves and i tried to capture the colours that i always see her wear. I delivered it today. She was thrilled with it and told me that she has 2 sisters, and that this looks very much like them. She is taking my painting with her to Canada next month. (Even though i don’t get to travel much at the moment, it seems my work does. Next up is a commission for an architect in Finland!)
by Pronk
ADD
November 12, 2008 in Sonder kategorie
One of the nicest things about being diagnosed with adult attention deficit disorder is the fact that you can stop worrying about being “normal”.
by Pronk
Drawings……
November 8, 2008 in Sonder kategorie
“Drawings are only a few lines on paper.Therefore it’s easy to carry around in plastic bags.Drawings are cheaper than paintings. They don’t pretend they’ll last forever.Drawings are streetwise and still to be found in toilets, too.” – Marlene Dumas
by Pronk
The tiger and the watch salesman
November 5, 2008 in Sonder kategorie
“It was but yesterday I thought myself a fragment quivering without rhythm
in the sphere of life. Now I know that I am the sphere, and all life in
rhythmic fragments moves within me”
Khalil Gibran
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