I am thrilled to reveal the first artwork for my latest collection on Women’s Day that will be exhibited in New York and Berlin. I have entitled it “the f word” for the fierce females that will form part of my project. My first muse, Michelle Hattingh, author of “I’m the girl who was raped” discusses her journey of healing after she was violently raped in South Africa. The journey of healing is secular. She has ups and downs and is constantly striving to improve her body image. My main goal was to show her how truly beautiful she is, in all of her imperfections.
I n t e r v i e w w i t h m y f i r s t m u s e, M i c h e l l e H a t t i n g h
Road to my New York and Berlin exhibitions – part 1
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An artistic exploration aimed at empowering females that have been raped or physically abused in Africa. Finding a way to not only help the individual, but creating awareness, eradicating the shame of admitting to it and guiding the community to best join hands in the fight against it.
“Married in veils of June mist,
Fortune your wedding-ring has kissed.
Married in days of July’s cheer,
Love’s star shines brighter from year to year.”
– Ancient Wedding Rhyme
I adore styled shoots. There is something so refreshing about stepping away from my desk and spending the day with an assortment of local creative females. The inspiration, enthusiasm and delightful creativity is intoxicating. Generally, I love being behind the camera but when working with a photographer that I trust I have no problem playing the role of the normal, curvy, girl-next-door schmodel.
“Children are a heritage from the Lord, offspring a reward for him. Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are children born in one’s youth.” – Psalm 127:3-4
The first thing I ask when someone requests a commissioned original artwork is his or her story. The more I know about you the better I can capture your heart in intricate lines of ink. This particular drawing as commissioned by Magdel for her darling sisters thirtieth, blew my mind. It was exceptionally special for me to work closely with a fellow Christian and hear their heartbreaking story of incredible love, loss and how they have grown together as a family, as individuals and with God.
Sean told me he was going to marry me about six months into our relationship. From the very first date we sort of just fit together. It felt more like I was remembering him than getting to know him. He is one of a kind. The most humble, generous, loving man I have ever met. Most of all, he is a good person. I am still not sure how I managed to find someone this incredible and that he somehow seems to feel the same about me.
Long before I even dreamed of becoming an illustrator I used to gift drawings to my loved ones. It is my love language and the most vulnerable and authentic way that I express my love to them. During the beautiful struggle of making ends meet – the joy of pursuing a career in the art industry – these cards were all I had to spoil my beloved friends.
There is something so delicately authentic about raw diamond slices. It is refreshingly different to the usual polished perfection and is somewhat less expensive. They are referred to as Polki or Kundan diamonds and are essentially uncut diamonds mined from the earth in a natural way without enhancement or lab creation.
Almost a year ago I moved in to Sean’s truly exquisite flat that an interior architect professionally renovated around seven years ago. Unfortunately, being a real boy, that also meant that seven years of clutter had accumulated, cringe worthy posters adorned the walls and there were very dark grey colours in the bedroom.
I wrote something exceptionally raw earlier this year. It was a beautifully strange experience and I sent it to one friend, my lover and my parents. I could not share it with anyone else. It was filled with too much anxiety, ranting and I was too vulnerable to bleed out for the world to see.
But it sparked an incredible change within myself and in my art and I am now ready to open up about it with true peace in my heart. This is who I am and I will not be ashamed.
Life is not always rainbows and butterflies and I am learning to accept and celebrate both the good and the bad.
At least I am trying. Growing.
This year has offered me something invaluable: alone time.
I have always shied away from it in fear of loneliness or that it would mean something negative to not have hundreds of friends and an overly active social life.