Strange how my unfinished and never to be finished paintings, drawings and poetry have an intriguing hold on me. Sometimes they feel more valuable, than any of my finished work. Their fatal artlessness imbues them with a quality that makes them feel suddenly holy in my hands. I feel a profound intimacy handling them. As if a stillborn child, they will never see the light. These are the efforts of mine that will be cast into the fire being born only for my eyes....
Ek het nog `n webwerf geskep waar almal Afrikaans praat, naamlik; http://freewebs.com/boeretroos .
Besoek dit gerus. Dis nie dieselfde as hierdie een nie.
The above website is in my home language Afrikaans.
