"Number 13 - lucky for some" you will hear over the intercom at any horse race. The commentator's voice echoing through the stands, trying to sell “unpredictable thirteen” to the masses. I did some research into the number and found that it is not to be feared at all; the answer lies in the moon. A year that contained 13 full moons instead of 12, posed problems for the monks who were in charge of the calendars. It upset the regular arrangement of church festivals. For this reason 13 came to be considered an unlucky number. Nevertheless the lunar cycle, decreed by natural force, takes 13 days to change from Full Moon to New Moon and 13 days to change back. With the ominous confusion around this jinxed number I believe we can find comfort in mother-natures pattern. So place your bet on number 13 and lets get on with the show!
Welcome each and everyone to the first “Deziree Fine Arts Newsletter”! I am no monk, but if you are left intrigued, excited and inspired, this letter has served its purpose. Created in order for the artist to communicate with the audience and vice versa, your insights, questions and suggestions will be appreciated.
It is the year 1987. Little Deziree is stalking her prey in the garden of “pre-primary”. This morning she was given her very first art project; Map all the insects you find with crayon on recycled paper. One child's play exercise unearths a dormant talent. Destiny in the making…
’From The Ashes’
I have been working strenuously on new pieces since October 2012. Paintings are done in thick oils, rich colours and deeper meanings. A collection inspired by humanity's influence on our natural world. The unguarded devastation, the futile efforts of the concerned, the truth hiding in the moonless.
Inside this room of guidelines I am accompanied by the natural world (represented by the tigers) and humanity (represented by the woman). Unconcerned, she restrains the tiger behind her with red lace. Her hair entwined in a guideline, what would she do with this animal? More importantly, the tiger in the foreground hisses at another element, unpainted. There is nothing I could add to this void, but the void itself. We fear what we don’t see. I want the viewer to be mesmerized by the many directions created with line play and compare them with many options we have as custodians of the world. What are we prepared to trade for the beauty we were already given?
The very first painting made for this collection. Crisp, bright colours clashing with more subtle shades. A whimsical monkey is enjoying the grass, which is in sharp contrast to the red floor. The fun pink and blue chair houses a relaxed woman gazing back at you. I incorporated decorative map designs all joining an image by line, creating movement and a reminder that everything is connected.
To be an artist, is to be alone. So many people tell me how lucky I am to live my dream, work for myself, stay at home and create all day. There is a price to pay for this privilege. You have to be a master at self-control. With no one to report to it is easy to fall in the trap called freedom, you need to have a game plan and routine. Stick to those and this can be a dream come true. To soothe the solitary I found that I have more colleagues than what I expected, starting with my very own zoo. It is true, my husband and I are the proud parents of 9 animals. I can almost make a calendar... so lets start off with Mr January 2013!
Being at home alone all day can be somewhat testing. Something was amiss and I longed for a companion. A trip to our local animal shelter inspired me to adopt. The cat shelter was positively overflowing and with a sting in my heart I knew I could only take one. So many adorable cats of all shapes and sizes, I just could not make a call. I asked the volunteers which cat had been there the longest and really deserved to get out in the world again. Seether was quickly pointed out as the oldest, meanest and greediest cat available. A perfect match, he was chosen to have another life as an artist’s sidekick. All his attributes proved correct, and to this day he remains my favourite mistake, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Truly concerned for our Black and White Rhinos I raise awareness on a daily basis to save this docile dreamer from extinction. Some of you may already be aware of my efforts and know that I do not take animal cruelty lightly. I take part in heated debates worldwide. Instead of sitting back hoping someone else will save a species, I choose to tell my children "mommy tried". I wrote a blog to help raise awareness globally for National Geographic's Project Noah that was published on World Rhino Day 22 September 2012. Read More