2021 and Kitsch

In this weird year I am having a slow start. It is the 13th today and last night, during my first English Literature class (Theme: Comics/the Graphic novel) I decided to keep my hands busy. The result? I painted a rock like my dear late mother-in-law would have loved. She painted all kinds of things…

The Four bodies – a poem

The four bodies Entangled, we are moss and wool surround our senses our eyeballs misted, let the tears flow freely – they take the yellow toxin down the street, meander around the breasts down the stream, while they are dripping two ladybugs follow in the path of destruction sucking up the sweet pollen and sweat…

Fifty seconds

My first hyperlapse The first time I played with time-lapse on my phone, I decided to make an intuitive piece. I just started with lines on watercolour paper and then see what comes out. From there I do the first thing that comes to mind, even if it is take the ink and spill it…

Looking back at 2020

The year we will never forget I actually caught myself thinking, “What was my favourite thing about this year?” before remembering my proclamation that I don’t subscribe to favourite things. Do you know how many people ask me (an artist) what is my favourite colour? Like, how can you have favourite colour when that would…

Bob Ross paint day

My daughter is in school in California and every time she visits, we try to do a Bob Ross day, but life just seems to get in the way. At last, today, that plan came to fruition. She is in school to be a doctor, I don’t paint landscapes and yet there we were, oil…

I’m falling

I’m Falling The pulsating started in my neck my breath shallow, lit by a green fire and frogs sang their song to disguise the underlying hum. Deep from the inside of your belly a train emerged bringing peaceful messages that could not be ignored It was the voice of God every angel sang along the…

Sad, in happy colours

I have so much sadness in my life. My parents are ailing and far away. All my family overseas are struggling financially because of the pandemic. I am lucky if I see my daughter twice a year. I am in the middle of a shit divorce, in limbo for four years already and no light…

Pandemic Art

Art in a time of crisis – we have no choice The Covid pandemic has influenced every life. It has become political. To me it feels that this virus has so much power. Everyone that had an opinion regarding political oppression, vaccinations, government control, where our tax money should be spent, the incompetence of our…

Solstice baby

My half-birthday today (Winter solstice baby, but in South Africa). I am thinking about Selfies. Selfies are just not something that we grew up with. I often lament about how little 6 year old Lizanne would have been unable to grasp the concept of cell phones – phones that can take photographs – I still…

Phineas

Phineas (Phiney, Chubchub, my Handsome boy) is an 11 year old chihuahua who sometimes lives with me. He is a man of discriminate taste. (This means that he does not like most people). Phiney likes to eat. He loves snacks and sleeping. He also loves to cuddle and demands snuggles whether or not his humans…