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Ek sal julle op hoogte hou van wanneer die boek beskikbaar sal wees.

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Voorblad van my nuwe boek. Dit sal een van die dae beskikbaar wees by Amazon. Hou hierdie spasie dop.

Voorblad ontwerp deur Hannelie.

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Prentjies met die paletmes gemaak.

Meisie voor die venster

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Blompot

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Karoo Donkiekar

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Die Vuurvoël

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Ons teken prentjies, mors verf op doeke en staan trots terug om ons eie skeppings te bewonder, maar ons het meeste van die tyd geen idee van waarom ons dit doen nie. Dit was sekerlik nie anders met die eerste mense wat prentjies op rotse geteken het nie, en hulle mede-grotbewoners het sekerlik gedink hulle is van lotjie getik! Intussen het niks verander nie. Mense dink steeds jy is van lotjie getik om prentjies te wil maak.

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Die ou ego en geld is moontlik die sterkste dryfvere agter kuns. Kunstenaars, net soos ander mense, hou daarvan om op die rug geklop te word, dalk tog so ´n klein bietjie meer as die gemiddelde man op straat? En tog is daar iets anders aan kunstenaars, veral die ware, outentieke kunstenaar. Hulle kyk anders na die wêreld om hulle, hulle sien as’t ware meer en selfs dieper, en hulle hou aan skilder al lewe hulle in armoede.

“The mind does its perceiving in terms of intensity of existence, profundity of significance, relationships within a pattern.” sê Aldous Huxley in sy boek “Doors of perception”. Maar omdat die insette uit die omgewing vir die gewone mens so oorweldigend is, is daar ´n “reducing valve” in sy brein wat hom beskerm en so sy voortbestaan verseker. Die nadeel daarvan is dat die mens dan glo dat; “the reduced awareness is the only awareness and it bedevils his sense of reality, so that he is all too apt to take his concepts for data, his words for actual things.”

Maar vir die kunstenaar, sê Huxley, werk dit soms anders. “A little of the knowledge belonging to Mind at Large oozes past the reducing valve of brain and ego into his consciousness. It is a knowledge of the intrinsic significance of every existent.” en dan word byvoorbeeld gordyne en ander behangsels “ living hieroglyphs that stand in some peculiarly expressive way for the unfathomable mystery of pure being.”

Huxley verwys na Van Gogh se “the Chair” as “that astounding portrait of a Ding an Sich, which the mad painter saw, with a kind of adoring terror,” en wat hy toe probeer vasvang het op doek, maar volgens Huxley, alhoewel dit ´n ongewone gevoelvolle uitdrukking van die voorwerp is, bly dit steeds net ´n simbool van die werklikheid, en nie die werklikheid self nie. Die werklikheid, soos Van Gogh en ander kunstenaars dinge sien, is “manifested Suchness:” en dit kan, volgens my beskeie mening, nie werklik met kwas en verf weergegee word nie. n Kersboom met elektriese liggies in is maar `n vaal, oninspirerende weergawe van Annie Dillard se "tree with the lights in" wat sy by Tinker Creek gesien het (en dit sonder meskalin!)

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Botticelli se “Judith” kom, volgens Huxley nader aan die “manifested Suchness.” Die ryk, vloeiende kleredrag in Bernini se beelde en El Greco en Watteau se skilderye van mans en vrouens is gelaai met “isness.” Hy sê: “They had seen the Istigkeit, the Allness and Infinity of folded cloth …” en dit is, volgens hom, hoe ´n mens behoort te sien.

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El Greco: “I paint because the spirits whisper madly inside my head.”

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The Virgin

Bernini: Apollo and Daphne.

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Vermeer en Vuillard se skilderye sien hy as; “Eternity and Infinity seen,” en as “the Dharma-Body manifested”.

Vermeer:

Vermeer Girl with wine glass    Vermeer Lady standing at Virginal    Vermeer The lacemaker

Watteau:

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Maar helaas, ons is nie almal Vermeers of Van Goghs nie. Ons sien maar ´n boom as ´n boom en ´n blom as ´n blom, en daarom maak Huxley hierdie verdoemende stelling: “Art, I suppose, is only for beginners, or else for those resolute dead-enders, who have made up their minds to be content with the ersatz of Suchness, with symbols rather than with what they signify, with the elegantly composed recipe in lieu of actual dinner.”

By gebrek aan hierdie dieper, kontemplatiewe insig teken ek maar my prentjies en hoop iemand sal dink dit is mooi.

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Een lewende kunstenaar wat ek ken wat dalk naby aan Huxley se ideaal van In kunstenaar kom sal Daniel Olivier wees. Sy skilderye (en sy waagmoedige, andersoortige poste op die internet) laat my dink dat, in Huxley se woorde: ‘His perception is not limited to what is biologically or socially useful. A little of the knowledge belonging to Mind at Large oozes past the reducing valve of brain and ego into his consciousness.”

Daniel Olivier

Aan die ander kant; wat is kuns? Iemand het eendag die vraag aan `n kunstenaar gevra, (het nou vergeet wat sy naam was) en toe antwoord hy: “Well, art is art, is’nt it? Still, on the other hand, water is water! And east is east and west is west and if you take cranberries and stew them like applesauce they taste much more like prunes than rhubarb does. Now, uh …now you tell me what you know.”

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Nuut van my esel af

Ek was darem nie heeltemal onproduktief die laaste tyd nie. hier is die nuutste skepping van my esel af. Dit is die skildery waaraan ek die langste ooit gewerk het, amper sewe maande! Tussen hospitaalbesoeke, amper die emmer skop en bloot letargie, saam met onvrede oor die resultaat van die werk, wou dit net nie klaarkom nie. Nou is die finale veranderings aangebring. Dit is nou klaar. (Foto en raam deur Hannelie: Dankie)

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The Red Cap and the Seeker After Eternal Truth Descends into the Low Country

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We leave the wilderness behind and travel west down the coast towards the Cape of Storms, not our final destination, but perhaps an apt description of things to come in our quest after truth.

We travel fast on the highway winding downwards towards a place called Little Brakriver, a lesser destination on our arduous, questing way to transcendence. It seems that we must first descend into the low country of sensual existence, before we can move into the high country, there perhaps first to meet Jung’s “burning one and growing one” before entering the void.

“Most of spirituality is a construction project. But enlightenment,” says Adyashanti, “is a demolition project.” This deconstruction project is nothing like Dirida’s deconstruction philosophy where he took things apart piece by piece to examine them and then tried to put them together again (He did it with Philosophy and couldn’t put it together again. He did it with religion and the church embraced him with vigour, and now, after the devastation, they are still trying to put it all together again). No, Adyashanti’s demolition is a deliberate breaking down of structures of knowledge and thinking, to rebuild it from scratch into something completely new, something that has always been there, even before time began.

Little Brakriver is not much of a town, but it is quiet and right next to the sea with a beautiful, unspoiled beach and not many people around. Being a town consisting mainly of holiday homes of rich upper-middleclass people, most of the houses stand empty for most of the year, which is of course a terrible waste, but regarded as normal in our abnormal society. The result is you have to drive to the next town (Great Brakriver) to get supplies, which is a bit of a bother. Our accommodation is a small flat called “The Beach Cottage”, which is quite a misnomer; it should have been called “The Cottage far from the beach”, because it is situated next to the railway line more than halve a mile from the beach. But we are not complaining, it is nice and clean and the owner is a friendly, helpful old lady, quiet and graceful in a country sort of way.

We unpack and then we walk down to the beach for a refreshing swim (says my moron); for our seeker after wisdom’s first serious session of meditation while the sun is setting in the west (says TZ).

We get to the beach and sit down on the sand, catching our breath after the brisk walk. After a moment my moron jumps up excitedly, pointing to a young girl coming out of the sea. “Just look at that,” he says. “Have you ever seen such beauty, such gracefulness in a girl in such a small bikini in your whole life? I think I will walk down there and talk to her, maybe I’ll get lucky,” he says smiling from ear to ear and start walking in her direction. “You stay here, I’ll be back shortly,” he says to me and chucks me down in the sand with his other belongings. Me, the famous Red Cap in the sand, on the beach! What utter disgrace!

“Don’t be stupid,” I shout after him. “She is young, she could have been your daughter. Come back here you moron and start acting your age!” I shout furiously after him, but he walks on, ignoring me. The desires of the flesh are a burning fire, and it drives the fool to his final humiliation, and onwards toward the inevitable dark night of his soul.

The fool struts down to the beach, tucking in his protruding middle age belly in a futile effort to look young again. He walks up to the young lady and start talking to her, no doubt flattering her and making a fool of himself. She smiles shyly, laugh at his stupid witticisms and then they start walking off down the beach and disappear behind some big rocks, still chatting and laughing. (meer…)

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Goeie nuus aan al die getroue ondersteuners en aanhangers van my stories, sowel as die nuwe bewonderaars wat opgewonde op die kantlyn sit en wag.

My boek “Vuurvoël” is weer beskikbaar, dié keer by Megabooks in beide sagteband en eboek format.

Die slapband weergawe is beskikbaar by http:/megabooks.co.za/shop/vuurvoël-2

Die prys is `n skamel R108 per boek.

Die eboek weergawe (vir alle e-readers behalwe Kindle) is beskikbaar by http:/megabooks.co.za/shop/vuurvoël/

Die prys vir die epub weergawe is `n onverbeterlike R68 per boek.

Gaan heen en gaan koop vir jou `n boek. Een resensent het gesê dit is die beste bundel Afrikaanse kortverhale wat hy in `n lang tyd gelees het. Ek is seker jy sal dit ook geniet.

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