Sometimes I despair, and I wish God was a Fairy God-mother with a magic wand. Just magicking it all away. But unfortunately, He doesn’t. He leads us into deeper waters so that we can learn to trust Him in the Storm.
Trying and failing is not wrong.
I’ve failed many times in my life. I’ve failed as an artist, a mother, a friend, a human. My failures have to lead me to new unknown shores. It’s only when we fail, that we can look back and learn. We don’t always learn from succeeding. We learn more from ‘the dark night of the soul’.
I have often doubted whether I should keep on painting. From being a 20 + year-old winner of the largest Fine Art competition in my country I descended in obscurity and depression. My life has not been easy. (Read about my life journey here!)
The large painting that now stands behind us is not to be ignored, despite being unfinished. It cradles you in giant, resplendent hands and swallows you up in one, swift, biblical gulp. Leonie catches me marvelling at it and I comment on the religious connotations that weave themselves between the figures she’s painted.