W&N watercolour on Bockingford 300gsm
A labourer’s cottage on a smallholding just down the road from us in Tarlton, Gauteng, South Africa.
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I am a watercolorist living on my little piece of African soil in Ballito, KwaZulu Natal, South Africa. The inspiration for my art is the wonderfully rich variety of Fauna and Flora to be found throughout this beautiful country.
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This is the real secret of life — to be completely engaged with what you are doing in the here and now. And instead of calling it work, realise it is play. The only thing that is ultimately real about your journey is the step that you are taking at this moment. That’s all there ever is. I’m here to tell you that the path to peace is right there, when you want to get away. When you are present, you can allow the mind to be as it is without getting entangled in it. If you miss the present moment, you miss your appointment with life. That is very serious!
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A farmer's cottage
W&N watercolour on Bockingford 300gsm
A farmer’s cottage on a smallholding not far from us in Tarlton, Gauteng, South Africa.
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A farmer’s cottage on a smallholding not far from us in Tarlton, Gauteng, South Africa.
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Monday, September 5, 2011
A little old barn
A daily practice of sketching and painting gives you a chance to exercise the big three P's - practice, practice, practice!
you just gotta love
a little old barn
touched by time
with it’s own charm..
the weatherd wood
shines bright in the sun..
Proud and still standing..
(it’s time isn’t done)………
Think of the tales
that could be told
if barns could talk
of memories they hold..
each one is different
no two are the same..
to see them fading
away, is a shame.
- Connetta
W&N watercolour on Bockingford 300gsm - inspired by the poem below.
you just gotta love
a little old barn
touched by time
with it’s own charm..
the weatherd wood
shines bright in the sun..
Proud and still standing..
(it’s time isn’t done)………
Think of the tales
that could be told
if barns could talk
of memories they hold..
each one is different
no two are the same..
to see them fading
away, is a shame.
- Connetta
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