Category Archives: Creativity

Gifts

I marvel at the way people’s gifts have a life of their own. They have an insatiable desire to be expressed and will persistently call until answered and responded to. Generous pathways into meaningful action and deep fulfilment, will always await those positive responses.

From My Sketchbook

A sketch I did of a scene in Namibia in Southern Africa – a land of mystery and wide open spaces.We had the privilege of living there for a time. A wonderful experience. A beautiful and strange land.

Lights

My eye caught the beautiful symmetry and reflections in these light-shades in my daughter-in-law’s Kitchen. Couldn’t help shooting it.

Predictable Paths

Sometimes the path is just too straight and predictable, and the goal too clear. We need the surprises of twists and turns and the mysteries of hills and valleys.

From my Sketchbook

The Boabab tree dots the African landscape. To the local peoples, these magnificent trees are seen to be retainers of the memories of the ancestors. There is a sanctity about them. Their branches always remind me of hundreds of fingers reaching out and trying to clutch the sky. I love sketching and drawing them.

From My Sketchbook

A scene I sketched from the Namib desert in Namibia – Southern Africa. A strange and beautiful place. When the wind blows through these ragged trees it creates a peculiar, almost mournful whistling sound.

From My Sketchbook

A scene near our village just longing to be sketched. I had the distinct feeling of this being a restful place in spite of the signs of neglect. So it found its way into my sketchbook.

Deliberateness

To live deliberately is a good thing. Goal-setting and to-do lists etc., certainly get things done. But to be overly deliberate in our living is limiting. It becomes exhausting. Everything has to be gruellingly willed into existence, and the inevitable price we pay is a form of tunnel vision and a loss in natural spontaneity and creativity.

Regent and Carnaby Streets

I visited London and absolutely revelled in the Christmas lights. I watched fascinated as people’s faces were transformed into childlike wonder and joy. I couldn’t see my face, but no doubt it too was transformed. What a wonderful evening we had. Thank you, London.

Regent Street

Carnaby Street