Non-digital art This is my very first attempt at non-digital art, and it is very, very basic. However, I thought about the beautiful bougainvillea that is currently abundant in my garden. I do not know

Non-digital Art Here is my entry for paper flowers. I first tried to make a pretty real paper flower, in the way that we used to do it as kids. I failed dismally, I am afraid. So I opted for this one:

Depression is still a bitch. Healing is a process. The first ray of light piercing through the muddy waters does not indicate the end of the struggle. It simply means that I now have a beacon to wade toward.

Et voilà! For the first time in a very long time I felt like creating something. Since it is icy cold here in Witbank, Mpumalanga, South Africa, snowflakes came to mind immediately. At the moment it is

Depression is a bitch. She lies in wait in some dark recess of your mind. She knows that you are armoured against her, but she waits patiently for the moment that a chink appears, and then she pounces

Today I am in deep despair of the savage nature of humankind. This is what I found on my facebook page this morning: The cats' cremation takes place tomorrow at ten o'clock South African time. I am in

I could not pass this one by. My friend and photographer, Esmé Tenner, always takes the most beautiful pictures. With her consent, I had a bit of fun. What do you think?

This photo was taken on the meandering Van Rhyn's Pass, South Africa, on the escarpment between Van Rhynsdorp and Neuwoudtville. I took this photo in 2012 when my sister and I did an unforgettable road

When you visit the Anton Smit Sculpture Park near Bronkhorstspruit, Mpumalanga, South Africa, you cannot miss the road where you have to turn. On the corner a magnificent sculpture is on display. Nothing

Even head-in-the clouds people like me sometimes have to deal with the boring rigmarole that is reality. Last Friday, my car's front tyre burst whilst on the road back home from work. It was quite an

Hey everyone Here is my entry for today in non-digital art! As a child, I loved to imagine myself to be an underwater dancer. I would try to stay underwater for as long as I can, making gracious movements

Dear friends You may (or may not) have noticed that I am rather quiet at the moment. That is because I am a very busy bee right now. I have mentioned my cousin, Sanmari Smith, who has twins struggling

Dear Steemians in and around Pretoria/Johannesburg I take the liberty (and have the audacity) to invite you to support the fundraising for my cousin's twins. Read more about them at We decided not to do

Promptly at the beginning of summer, early spring, they come and greet me. They are a devoted pair. I would sit in my study and hear this soft, friendly warbling. I would look up and outside, and there

I walked around in my garden this morning and I enjoyed the roses. I wanted to take perfect pictures of them all, but then I realise roses do not last all that long, really. It brought to mind a poem by

PSYCHEDELIC CAT I had great fun today, folding my pet out of paper. Here is how I did it: Step 1 I am a colouring in fanatic. I never know what I should do with my old "artworks". Today I found

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He swore on his mother's grave, but then he swore on just about everything. He would give absolutely anything, even his soul, for his next drink, for his next drug. He can be charming. In fact, he is utterly

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. This week we said goodbye to a beloved old lady in our circle of friends. She was cremated. Many people, especially Christians, do not like the idea of cremation, and would

Yellow is the colour of light in my life. When I was at university, I was diagnosed with depression. I used to talk about the monster on my back - that endless darkness that surrounded me. My father, wise