The Bible is God's chart for you to steer by, to keep you from the bottom of the sea and to show you where the harbour is and how to reach it without running on rocks or bars.
Henry Ward Beecher Quotes.
Showing posts with label sea. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sea. Show all posts
Friday, 4 May 2012
Thursday, 3 May 2012
Sedertdien
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afrikaans,
art,
elizabeth kendall,
paletteknife,
poetry,
sea,
wave,
words
Water! Water is lewe. Een van die heel lekkerste dinge op my skilder-spyskaart is om met 'n paletmes te verf en veral WATER. Daar is so baie moontlikhede. Hier is een van my kunswerke: die see iewers in ons mooi land, iewers in my verbeelding!
Sedertdien
Breek oor my soos branders
woel my wortels los,
word my stormseë
groei op my soos mos
Gooi my luike oop
brand 'n wierookkers
berei vir ons 'n ete
met note en met vers
Leef 'n lewe saam my
sing jou liefdeslied
koester al ons drome
niks is ooit verniet
Sluit nou oop my deure
trap jou spore vas
niks is meer dieselfde
as wat dit vroeër was
Elizabeth Kendall ©
Tuesday, 1 May 2012
Vrede op aarde
Labels:
acrylic,
art,
elizabeth kendall,
paletteknife,
sea,
water
Lank, lank gelede toe die aarde nog jonk was...en die berge van brood...het ek vir die eerste maal in my lewe 'n sielkundige besoek. Dit was ook die laaste maal. Gelukkig. Ek onthou nie veel van dié besoek nie, ek weet net dit was seker maar nodig, anders sou ek nie op daardie somermiddag in Pretoria in die huis met die mooi en indrukwekkende meubels en stilte om my gestaan het en gewonder het "wat maak ek hier" nie.
Toe die vreemde, lang man voor my sit en begin vrae vra, was ek nogal taamlik senuweeagtig. Op 'n stadium vra hy: "Wat is dié ding wat jy die heel graagste wil hê?" Ek het nie eers nodig gehad om te dink nie. Onmiddellik het ek geantwoord: "Vrede!" Ek onthou nog hoe verras en verbaas hy gelyk het en met 'n skewe glimlaggie het hy gesê: "Jy wéét wat jy wil hê, né!"
Terwyl ek vanoggend hierdie akrielskildery geverf het, het dié salige vrede my styf in sy arms vasgehou en ek kon maar net wéér eens "Dankie Here! " sê.
Toe die vreemde, lang man voor my sit en begin vrae vra, was ek nogal taamlik senuweeagtig. Op 'n stadium vra hy: "Wat is dié ding wat jy die heel graagste wil hê?" Ek het nie eers nodig gehad om te dink nie. Onmiddellik het ek geantwoord: "Vrede!" Ek onthou nog hoe verras en verbaas hy gelyk het en met 'n skewe glimlaggie het hy gesê: "Jy wéét wat jy wil hê, né!"
Dis vandag jare na dààrdie dag. Ek het lankal vrede gekry. Deur die genade. Genade van Bo. En ek is bly daaroor, want dìt was en is dié ding op aarde wat ek die meeste begeer het. Hoekom? As jy vrede in jou hart het, is jy skatryk. As jy vrede in jou hart het, slaap jy lekker snags. As jy vrede het, kan jy aan ander uitdeel. As jy vrede het, het jy iets wat alle verstand te bowe gaan. As jy vrede het, gaan die kind in jou nooit dood nie: jy verwonder jou steeds aan die grootheid van die Skepping, die lieflikheid van die natuur om jou, die klein dingetjies.
Monday, 30 April 2012
Whisper
Labels:
art,
colaboration,
elizabeth kendall,
poem,
rick heller,
sea,
water,
wave,
whisper
A gentle breeze moves across the water
Glides by, simple, quiet, and listens…
Early morning, cold night turns over, sleeps
A breeze, pushed by morning light, blinks
Quiet embers of orange, replaced by yellow
Stretch, yawn and roll out for the day
Water is pushed by the wind, faint, but moves
Tides beckon, water knows no master,
Clatter of gulls, and of boats, tap
Like a finger, on the pane, “wake up”
Buoys sit, jewels upon a field of blue, smiling
Their catch buried deep…hold fast
Gulls lift with laughter, men sweat with diesel
A days catch revealed, gulls feed, stories made
Waves begin, blue with anticipation, white with regret
Move and roll, excited for the journey, renewal
No boundaries, limitless, green and blue wrestle
Cold, deep, dark cold, blue wins
Island is refuge, the breeze belongs, a resting place
Mist rolls and licks the branches, pine cones’ rattle
Speak of hope, longing, for the future
Moss and lichen, revel the view, driftwood lies
Rocks abound, timeless time, revealed on shore
Colors of yesterday, ancient mariners for today
Provide respite, shells and seaweed take hold
Light provides warmth, stones reveal story
Glides by, simple, quiet, and listens…
Early morning, cold night turns over, sleeps
A breeze, pushed by morning light, blinks
Quiet embers of orange, replaced by yellow
Stretch, yawn and roll out for the day
Water is pushed by the wind, faint, but moves
Tides beckon, water knows no master,
Clatter of gulls, and of boats, tap
Like a finger, on the pane, “wake up”
Buoys sit, jewels upon a field of blue, smiling
Their catch buried deep…hold fast
Gulls lift with laughter, men sweat with diesel
A days catch revealed, gulls feed, stories made
Waves begin, blue with anticipation, white with regret
Move and roll, excited for the journey, renewal
No boundaries, limitless, green and blue wrestle
Cold, deep, dark cold, blue wins
Island is refuge, the breeze belongs, a resting place
Mist rolls and licks the branches, pine cones’ rattle
Speak of hope, longing, for the future
Moss and lichen, revel the view, driftwood lies
Rocks abound, timeless time, revealed on shore
Colors of yesterday, ancient mariners for today
Provide respite, shells and seaweed take hold
Light provides warmth, stones reveal story
Early morning, a simple breeze lifts
Ignited by light and color, it moves
Enveloped in beauty and trust, it listens
Revealed by sight and sound, gently
In whispers of hushed tones, to us, this day…
Ignited by light and color, it moves
Enveloped in beauty and trust, it listens
Revealed by sight and sound, gently
In whispers of hushed tones, to us, this day…
A gentle breeze moves across the water
Glides by, simple, quiet, and …
Glides by, simple, quiet, and …
“shhhhh…want to know a secret"?
Acrylic on canvas. Done with a palette knife. The original is 128 cm. × 102 cm. and sold. This was a commission and a great challenge. I enjoyed every minute of painting it!! I live in South Africa and Rick Heller ( who bought it) in the USA. He also wrote the beautiful poem.
What a joy it is to share our creativity and God-given talents! (1 Sept. 2010)
What a joy it is to share our creativity and God-given talents! (1 Sept. 2010)
This is life!
Labels:
acrylic,
art,
blue,
commission,
elizabeth kendall,
kara kuryllowicz,
life,
painting,
paletteknife,
sea,
water,
wave
“You must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment.” – Henry David Thoreau quotes
I used only a palette-knife for painting this. I didn’t use a brush.
Acrylic on canvas: 36 × 48 " (92 × 102 cm. )
This is a commission for Kara Kuryllowicz in Toronto, Canada.
An email from Kara on 20 Jan. 2012:… I OPENED IT AND I LOVE IT…
it’s in my room above my bed – will wake up to it Sat.!!!
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I dedicate this painting to all the wonderful people all over the world who buy art from enthusiastic artists like me! And I thank God for the talent He gave me ;-)
I enjoyed every minute of it! It could be a wave at Ballito in South Africa….. ;-)
Saturday, 28 April 2012
Tuisgekom
Jou skouers is my vesting
teen vaal verdriet en seer
jou hande is die mure
wat stormskade keer
in jou hart is daar 'n holte
'n rusplek net vir my
waarin ek ewig-dankbaar
gewilliglik wil bly
Elizabeth Kendall ©
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