Winter in South Africa.
“I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure in the landscape – the loneliness of it – the dead feeling of winter.
Something waits beneath it – the whole story doesn’t show.”
- Andrew Wyeth
“The cold was our pride, the snow was our beauty. It fell and fell, lacing day and night together in a milky haze, making everything quieter as it fell, so that winter seemed to partake of religion in a way no other season did, hushed, solemn.”
- Patricia Hampl
These (two) paintings are in my child, Maureen Groblers’ house.
Acrylic on board. I used Bostik glue to outline the trees, set it alight and waited for the flames to die out. This results in the most wonderful textures! When it was completely dry, I painted over it. (Please be careful when you try this method, not meant for un-supervised children!)
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20 November 2010.
Muffled sounds of morning,
The light through the curtain fabric brighter
Throw back the curtains and a new world awaits.
What happened to the stark branches of the oak trees
Where is the lawn.
The waterfall trickles between banks of white,
Snow – what delight.
The dark sky contrasts with the earth so light
The silent flakes caress each branch
Touching them so softly until
a collection, so large, bends the bough and
they drop to earth.
The silence is broken now by whoops of
children awakening to the pure delight