Life has an interesting way of giving us what we need, not necessarily what we want. Queue quotes by some of the greats quipping on how life and art are inextricably linked. This has become tangible to me in more ways than I can describe.
After my accident, things became very real, very fast. I could not help but feel like a character in my own life, getting stuck in the minutiae of a sticky situation. I was craving for something bigger to intervene. Little did I know that that which I had been seeking for months, was all around me. Standing there for thousands of years, and debatably for thousands more to come.
This significant shift happened when I left the confines of my bed for the first time in 13 months, and a loving friend took me to the foothills of the majestic Swartberg Mountain, and I was let in to an ancient secret – a secret only age can tell. This was a turning point in my health and, as if by magic, I grew stronger and stronger.
I am at a point where I slowly want to start exhibiting again, and I am doing just that at ArtKaroo this coming December the 8th. I will be showing some landscapes printed on unique handmade paper. I am so fortunate that ArtKaroo offers me a soft launchpad.