You cannot put a fire out; a thing that can ignite
Can go, without a fan, upon the slowest night.
You cannot fold a flood, and put it in a drawer,-
Because the winds would find it out, and tell your cedar floor
The History of Precaution
La La Land
After the Deluge
It’s incredibly frustrating to paint on net, but the process mirrors the emotional frustration I feel trying to make sense of loss. Like the texture of memory, there is no firm grip, no easy control. The surface that should hold things together disintegrates, slipping away from under your fingers.
These works were exhibited in 2016 at the Absa Gallery in Johannesburg, and both the KKNK and Aardklop National Arts festivals.
Immaterial 2 (Detail)
Immaterial 1 (Detail)
The Disintegration of Memory
The Reconstruction of Memory (Detail)
YouTube Video of Reconstruction of Memory
The Reconstruction of Memory
The point at which a series of small changes or incidents becomes significant enough to cause a larger, more important change.
Tipping Point (Detail 1)
Tipping Point (Detail 2)
A series of self-portraits.
Bringing my thoughts, words and actions into alignment. Just as there is co-ordinated movement of the two eyes to focus on the image of a single point, so I try to move towards a comfortable unity of inner and outer selves.
The Truth Lies Slightly left
Between Fact and Fiction
In 2017, Anna-Carien won the South African Portrait Society’s Living Portrait Master Competition with 'Die Poort', a portrait of her mother.
Die Poort (Mamma)
Liam, The Conquer
Frederik and Alexander
The Artist's Husband
There is wisdom in knowing when to don your armour, and when to bare it all.
And the Wisdom to know the difference 1
And the Wisdom to know the difference 2
And the Wisdom to Know the difference 3
A Quiet Rebellion 1
A Quiet Rebellion 2
“I have never agreed with my other self wholly. The truth of the matter seems to lie between us.” Khalil Gibran
The Truth, Second Version
The Truth, First Version
Acceptance (50 shades gebrei)
Life is a series of repeated cycles of creation and destruction. I turned 40 and noticed that things fall apart (!). It was time to make my own ‘quilt’, a visual signifier of the hope that beauty can still be created from the fragmented pieces left in my hands.
This piece was made to be exhibited at the Klein Karoo National Kunsfees 2017 under Lucia Boer's curation.
Acceptance (Detail 1)
Acceptance (Plannig and progress)
Acceptance (Detail of progress)
Acceptance (Detail, dark crochet edging)
Acceptance (Detail, crochet light)
Acceptance (Final Work)
(Thankful it is completed...my fingers are raw!)
Death dined at our table for a year.
The resulting 'blank space' is as powerful as the physicality that once filled it; it is the mark of significant absence. Absence becomes like a phantom limb that is felt daily. Ideas are reevaluated, orbiting adjusted paths around the new non-entity. Loss is part of life.
To grasp futility, a cold blank space
Words grow shorter as the void grows deeper
The signifying power of absence
Through the Shadow 1
Through The Shadow 2
Through The Shadow 4
Womens War Memorial
When men go to war, women remain and nurture life. When times are truly tough, collapsing in despair is not an option. This is a painting of my inner circle. These women keep me upright when times are hard.
Inner Circle (detail)
Mixed media on paper. Tina Skukan Gallery 2014
Liminal comes from the Latin noun "limen" meaning "threshold”. It refers to the condition of being on a threshold; or at the beginning of a process.
In anthropology, liminal refers to the middle stage of rituals, when participants no longer hold their pre-ritual status but have not yet begun the transition to the status they will hold when the ritual is complete. They stand ‘at the threshold’ between their previous way of structuring their identity, time, or community; and a new expression.
These works are about the potential for growth in the “in-between” places. By mixing charcoal, ink, water, paint and oils, boundaries are blurred and new solutions are possible. The liminal space is filled with ambiguities and contradictions, disruption and disorientation. I believe discomfort can be endured if there is hope for growth. Images of botanical and anatomical growth are overlapped to signify these liminal states.
Work of a Womans' Hands (Satisfaction)
“And then one morning the ground shifted”
We try to prosper and create order, yet are often surprised by curveballs beyond our control. Life is fragile.
It’s intriguing that we experience fragile things as beautiful.
'Curve Ball (and then one morning my world shifted)', Pencil on Fabriano
"And Then One Morning My World Shifted"
"Curve Ball And Then One Day ,"
"And Then One Day"
"Curve Ball: And Then One Morning The Ground Shifted"