Palette knife art, acrylic paint.
ORIGINAL SOLD (Nov. 2011)
O Lord, how manifold are your works!
In wisdom you have made them all;
the earth is full of your creatures.
Yonder is the sea, great and wide,
creeping things innumerable are there,
living things both small and great.
There go the ships,
and Leviathan that you formed to sport in it.
These all look to you
to give them their food in due season;
when you give to them, they gather it up;
when you open your hand, they are filled with good things.
When you hide your face, they are dismayed;
when you take away their breath, they die
and return to their dust.
When you send forth your spirit, they are created;
and you renew the face of the earth.
Psalm 104: 24-30
21 August 2011.
A laminated print
Daar is die see, groot en wyd
U het baie dinge gemaak, Here,
die aarde is vol van wat U gemaak het,
en tog, U het alles in wysheid geskep.
Daar is die see, groot en wyd,
wat wemel van diere, klein en groot.
Daar vaar die skepe
en daar is die Leviatan.
U het hom gemaak om mee te speel.
Hulle is almal van U afhanklik,
U gee hulle kos op hulle tyd.
U gee die lewens asem en daar is lewe;
ook uit die groend
laat U nuwe lewe spruit.
Psalm 104: 24-30
Hierdie grou en grys golwe kan in enige-een van Suid-Afrika se oseane wees
A mounted print
Something humorous to enjoy:
The Sailor’s Consolation
One night came on a hurricane,
The sea was mountains rolling,
When Barney Buntline turned his quid,
And said to Billy Bowling:
“A strong nor-wester’s blowing, Bill;
Hark! don’t ye hear it roar, now?
Lord help ’em, how I pities them
Unhappy folks on shore now!
“Foolhardy chaps who live in towns,
What danger they are all in,
And now lie quaking in their beds,
For fear the roof should fall in;
Poor creatures! how they envies us,
And wishes, I’ve a notion,
For our good luck, in such a storm,
To be upon the ocean!
“And as for them who’re out all day
On business from their houses,
And late at night are coming home,
To cheer their babes and spouses,—
While you and I, Bill, on the deck
Are comfortably lying,
My eyes! what tiles and chimney-pots
About their heads are flying!
“And very often have we heard
How men are killed and undone
By overturns of carriages,
By thieves, and fires in London;
We know what risks all landsmen run,
From noblemen to tailors;
Then, Bill, let us thank Providence
That you and I are sailors.”
A framed print