Hello lovely family and friends,
Greetings from wonderful Welly and welcome to my new website!
Here I am leaping into the Century of the Fruit bat, no, I mean, the 20th Century, um, or is it the 21st Century? I lose track of these things. Anyway, Welcome!
In my efforts to upload my blog posts on my website, I actually managed to change the structure of the actual website itself. I’m a self-taught artist. That means that if I don’t know how to do/paint something, I try multiple approaches to figure out how to do it. If at first you can’t get in through the front door, try the window, then the cellar, then the roof, then the chainsaw… When they realised what I had done, my web designers at Pula Marketing tactfully pointed out that there are certain places in the site builder that I should not go, I didn’t even realise that I had gone there… But they fixed it, and here we are! And they are fabulous!
Several of you wrote me some hilarious pronunciation favourites after my last blog, so here are a couple of them:
Those of us with a strong South African accent pronounce ‘i’ as ‘are’. A friend in England wrote to say that when she orders ice in the UK, she gets some very surprised and puzzled looks as this is what it sounds like to them “Ard like some arse please” (translation, “I’d like some ice please”). My paint series would sound like “Who would lark some more arse.” Interesting.
A British lass married a Zimbabwean lad, and at their wedding the best man puzzled her Mum by talking at length about Hindus. E.g., “Hindus can get very wild.” Really? I suppose we all have our moments. Eventually she realised he was referring to Hen-Do’s, aka bachelorette parties, not the neighbours.
Feel free to add more accent anecdotes in the comments, but keep it clean! Because now that I have my fancy website, you can actually add comments. How impressive is that? OK, maybe that’s not impressive for you, but it is for me. I’m proud as. And sorry that you have to fill in all the fields to make comment, it’s to filter out all the trolls and bots.
Moving on from accents, to regional sayings. Kiwis have some great sayings. For example, you can describe anything by adding “as” to it. “It’s hot as” or it’s “flat as”, and it is up to whoever is listening to mentally fill in the missing word (hell, pancake etc). Or maybe it just means very, as in “It’s very hot”? One of Jack’s friends described some music as “Eighties as”. Isn’t that an awesome description? So useful, e.g. “Her hair is Eighties as.”
“Sweet as” is also commonly used here, as a replacement for “yes, certainly”, or “sure”. An American friend, having arrived in Wellington for the first time, ordered a coffee:
“Please can I have a cappuccino?” she asked, desperate and jetlagged, having travelled with four children.
“Sweet as” the barista cheerfully replied.
“Excuse me?” she asked, outraged
“Sweets as” he chirpily repeated.
Which to her ears sounded like “Sweet ass”, (not the donkey kind), which is a very personal thing to say to someone ordering a coffee.
If she had been feeling super confident, she might have said “I know, right?” but as it was, she just said ‘Whatever, just make me a coffee.’
You know I told you that I love colour? I also love subtle colour, and after the previous blue paintings, I decided I wanted to paint a sepia painting, you know like those old photographs? Muted cream and coffee brown, And then, of course, I had to add a splash of orange.
I think I forgot to photograph the first layer.
Starting to paint the second layer of the glass. Something about that glass reminds me of childhood desserts. I think we had some like that which we used at Christmas. Did you use similar ones? Amazing what can trigger childhood memories.
I think I broke one of my rules here – painting the birds before the mandarin. Must have been feeling rebellious.
These are gentoo penguins, and this was painted from a photo of a bonded pair who were standing facing each other while having a nap.
How loving is that?
Penguin Nap Oil on canvas 60cm x 75.5cm Available (email me if interested)
Entering the home straight, I painted several layers on the mandarin. Growing up, we called them nartjies (Afrikaans, I suppose), so we were puzzled when people in NZ offered us a mandarin because we though mandarin was a language…
Two lovely friends who wrote to me had interesting takes on my painting process. One said that it looks very hard and time consuming. Correct! And must be quite satisfying. Mostly, but I never quite match what I see in my head… The other said that one tends to think of art as “freedom in the sense of just wading into the work without much of a plan,” so he is fascinated by the overall discipline of my process. I am a very technical painter, because one doesn’t create realism without a plan. I have a vision of what I want to paint, but sometimes, I kind of would like to be one of those abstract painters who liberally splash paint on, and literally go with the flow, but I’m just not that person.
I can’t end my letter without a joke about fruit
Dear ones, may your lives be filled with the fruits of the Spirit, and the fruits of the field!
Love to you and yours
P.S. A number of coffee addicts are still confessing their struggles to me (personal accountability painter), but no tea addicts have fessed up. Are you there? Spill the (non-coffee) beans.
P.P.S. My print store isn’t live yet, I’ll keep you updated about it