Gifted hands I'm Blessed With

Hello world! We are really sorry for the loud silence. It's been a while since we've updated this blog and I'd hate to make anyone feel neglected. A few days ago I was going through my pictures and I came across this one picture which reminded me of how far along I've come considering the fact that I'm a person who gives up easily. This image is an image of a sculpture project we did last year at varsity when I was a first year student. This one was done by myself and i was sooo proud of myself as I never had passion for clay. I'd build a bit today, and tomorrow when i got to school a nose would have fallen off, until the whole thing cracked, then I started over, so what you see right now is my final sculpture which took all I had. Soon I am going to post a picture of a silk screen project I am currently busy with. The moral of the story found in this picture is : never give up, trying is better than saying I can't. After all nothing is impossible, they say.

PS: Remember the aim is to pose, point, and click!

Mazzie

Last month we travelled to Qwa Qwa, on the way we saw beautiful scenic views and ofcourse naturally
we started taking pictures. One object really cought my eye and strange enough these objects are found
almost everywhere, what makes it different is probably the environment surrounding it and the atmosphere

 aswell. I still get excited by "that" unnoticed little spot, and by the objects we take for granted, the ones we never pay much attention to.

Transitions

Hello everybody!

It's a new month which means there has to be a new blog. Well, I wanna talk about the things that keep me sane a few of those being music, my art and the little walks I take all by myself in the afternoons. While taking these walks I always catch myself looking at the sky thinking about life itself, ironically I end up admiring the beauty of the sky. I've come to realize that the sky is forever changing as time passes by, what the sky looked yesterday at sunset isn't what it will look like in the evening or the next day, not even in the next year.  For me the sky is a blue empty canvas painted on every second.

Below is an image of one of my favourite sunset views from my little "santuary".