Evolution of a painting

The other day I saw an article posing the question: What do artists do all day? Well, I have a short answer:  We try and try and try… and agonise! Ultimately, we create.

Let me tell you about one ‘commission’. I put that in inverted commas as I was commissioned by my grandson and you know that doesn’t really count as a commission per se. However, the whole thing started when we were having dinner at a seaside restaurant in Cyprus where we witnessed a fabulous sunset.


When he saw it, he asked: “Gran, can you paint that?” I answered that I could try… He has such faith in his grandmother!

Well, I’ve been trying and trying and trying… and agonising!

The added complication came when his girlfriend wanted to add a particular yellow whilst the original had none… Also, the size had to be 1m x 2m. Well… that meant having a canvas put on that size stretcher. I agonised some more…

And then one morning I had a bright idea: why not do a triptych? They agreed and off I trotted to a man who could make me three canvasses of the correct sizes. After waiting for almost a week, it turned out that he couldn’t fulfill the order as there were no deliveries of canvas rolls until end-August; it’s summer break in Europe when everything closes… I cancelled the order and went to an art supply store where I could only get 1m x 70cm canvasses. I took them even though they were not exactly the right size and also, they were not deep…

This is how it evolved:


The first sketch, cut up into three parts.


In the end the blue and yellow were screaming at each other so hard that I had to stop the fight. I was about to gesso the whole lot but decided to wait. Took them off the table and stood them up and… they looked good! Obviously only half-done, but I thought I could make it work. Obviously the colours had to be muted.


I went back to the art supply store and bought three more canvasses, slightly smaller than before – 90x70cm – and deeper.

The reason for this was that I also had another idea as, according to my tutor in Italy, one should never try to imitate Nature – it’s a losing game. I thought that, as they were trendy young people, they might prefer something young and trendy. Piet Mondrian was my first choice and I made a mock-up of my idea. They liked it! But the colours were too intense.

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We got there but colours still too intense


Now we are motoring…

Back to the drawing board and they had also made a few changes… Oh, yes – there had to be a moon! Well, I’ve taken them both into consideration and we began again… There will be yellow… and a sun… and a moon…

Fingers crossed that this will turn out as it was envisaged by them!


And no, this time I’m not talking about health, politics or religion, although they are all at the forefront of our minds. Especially politics! Or would that be health? I’ve heard a man talk about politics and religion in one breath lately – that’s so bad, man!

Take care of yourselves and your loved ones and stay safe wherever you are.

Till next time,


In between, breathe deeply – Namasté!



The little things…

If you, like myself, are one of those people who plan big, invent big, scheme big, you will probably tend to neglect the little things… I know I do.

It’s a strange thing though; since returning from my enforced period of looking within, I am slowly but surely attending to those little things that I’ve been neglecting for so long. One of those was the large bookshelf/dresser in the studio – not so little! It needed dusting and sorting out. Amongst the little things that have been sitting on one of the higher shelves, was a chess set that we bought in South Africa, probably about 30+ years ago. It’s a fun set, made up of African people in traditional dress – just a little thing we loved. The material used is unknown to me, but it looked like clay. It had become fragile with age…

This set was in a plastic bag which disintegrated when handled… yes, it’s that old! Anyway, upon opening the shreds of plastic, I found that some of the pieces had lost their heads – literally! They were all there except the head of the Ndebele King. He lost his head completely! Well, we couldn’t leave it like that, could we?


And the Queen didn’t escape the guillotine either, but her head could at least be retrieved!


And (in the background) there was the cow that tried to jump over the moon, fell down, and cracked her legs right off. Oh dear, not a good idea, the silly moo! She is actually a key holder that my daughter gave me many moons ago and when I moved to Anavargos, it went up on the wall again. However, the balance was out and the poor moo couldn’t hold onto all the keys that dragged her down to earth… So, she had to be wheeled into the operating theatre for surgery. I think she has recovered well.


Now, the king has a new head. Perhaps not as traditional as it should be, but he can once again feel proud again amongst his people.

20200709_122455          The set can never be used to play a game with, but I am glad I decided not to ditch it. Lovely, aren’t they?

And so, onto other little things. A painting I started sometime in the beginning of this year just didn’t make me happy. I have a tendency to use colours that are too strong even though I’ve had two sessions with the modern Impressionist tutor in Italy. Somehow, my eyes always deceive me.

However, one of the little things that needed fixing was this painting; it’s not actually that little, but it was a little niggle nonetheless! I felt as if I couldn’t start creating something new until this thing was off my easel. I started covering it with white paint to see where I could take it. Then started rubbing back and added a bit and fiddled a bit more… In the end, I’m not too displeased with it. A matter of opinion, really… some would say it’s now too weak! Here are the before and after images:

Now that we are beginning to have lives that are more familiar to us – I’m avoiding the word “normal” – we are able to enjoy exhibitions, open air excursions and… shoe-shopping again!

I thoroughly enjoyed catching up with friends and fellow creators at the event organised by The Makers Space in Tala. If you haven’t been to that space, make arrangements to go and see the magnificent things the makers create.


This beauty is for sale – you should see it to believe it! You can contact The Makers Space direct to view.


The next exhibition should be interesting – Steven Oliver Postgate and Elli Lestas, both well-known artists of Paphos  :

Well, it’s time to get on with the next little thing…

Until next time,


A New Day has Begun…


It’s a work in progress, called “The Firefly Club” but my title for this post actually made me think of “Cats” – the musical, thus… cats!


Now that the dust has settled, literally, it is time for a “new day” to begin. The world have buried or cremated many loved ones and there is still a lot of pain to be worked through for many people.

I wish I could say to everyone that the one thing to remember is this: The Past is the past and nothing in this Universe can change what was; it is written in the wind. What is, right now, is what IS – only YOU have complete control over this moment in your life. I beg you to use it well. The future is the next moment; decide in this moment how you will use the next one. It could well be your last, as the future is also one thing: Uncertain.

It is up to each individual how their new day will begin.


The new water pipes have been laid and everything is now as it should be. I have two more rooms to clean thoroughly and then it will be time for stepping out into the world again. How exciting!

I have also rearranged my studio space and it is ready for that new day!

I have also sorted out works that really, really, really should never have been on display and hidden them away, perhaps to rework another day. My display is now much smaller and for viewing by appointment only.

I’m also re-experiencing the wonder of living in this community. It’s really amazing how many welcomes I’ve had from all around me and, of course, the food again walks through my front door! However, I shall now begin to repay this kindness as I have ‘unveiled’ all my wonderful kitchen appliances from where they were hiding deep in kitchen cupboards… The other thing that will infuse my enthusiasm for making good food is MasterChef Australia; golly gee, it is good to watch! Unfortunately, the Australian channel broadcasting this programme is very stingy. They will not make it available to the rest of the world except months later on BBC, etc. However, if you have a system that can pick it up from Oz, go for it – it’s wonderful. This year’s competition is heading towards its climax.

On top of that I have SO many recipe books to revisit since I decided to become a vegetarian about 4 or 5 years ago… Now I need to separate the meat from the rest!


So, if you hear me complain about weight gain, well – just ignore it! It’s also summer time in Cyprus and there is absolutely no excuse for not shaking it off easily.

Dancing, they say. Dancing is the thing to keep you fit and well. Yes, that too… And I love standing up while painting. Let’s see how this new day will be dawning.

Till next time images


The Wind-up

Today, Saturday 13 June 2020, I am finally free. I have completed my period of self-isolation. I have not been out in my car nor stepped out on foot – in brief, I have been a good and obedient girl.

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The strange thing is that I really needed these 14 days to get my head sorted out. It felt extremely strange to be back in my own space, once again doing exactly as I please, when I please! Do not misunderstand: I had a great lock-down with my brother and his wife but there is nothing that beats getting between your own sheets in your own bed. And how very fortunate I am to be able to do that as a healthy senior.

And that’s another thing I came to terms with: I am a senior. My head still doesn’t quite want to accept it but my heart overrules my head on that one. These weeks away gave me time to make friends with myself, to become more aware of my mortality and to realise that each moment is precious. Of course I knew that before, but now I really know it – hand on heart!

In my absence, there was a slow water leak from the pipes on the roof and although it was previously detected, it wasn’t fixed properly. This time, it really leaked! The most damage was done in the kitchen, utility room and part of the passage. The repairman came and cut out all he damaged plaster after pinpointing the problem. Can you imagine the mess? There was white dust on top of old dust and wet cupboards; most of my herbs and spices and other stores were destroyed…

If there was one thing that I have learned during my enforced introspections, it was to learn to accept what is. The second lesson was patience.

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When one is unable to do anything to change a situation, take stock and accept it. Make peace with the obstacle instead of making it your enemy. That way you get close to it and are more able to fix whatever is broken.

My lounge and dining areas are now spotless and shining. I gave myself two days for the kitchen starting yesterday… Well, that’s a dream! It took me almost a day to sort through the contents of one store cupboard and devise an ingenious new way of storing herbs and spices. Old drawers in storage came in really handy, and there are more old drawers to utilise for the next cupboard! So, moving on and it will take as long as it takes.

So far, I have a few really well organised cupboards, squeaky-clean and dry. I am proud of my persistence…

As far as The Virus and world peace are concerned, I am very, very afraid for the future of this planet. I also find it amazing that when people tell the world what to expect, most of it is ignored. I was rather shocked by how little this particular interview resonated in the world – it really is worth listening to:


If only it was on every media platform in the world before the Presidential election in 2016, we may have had a different scene today…

We have also been told by Dr. Fauci – more than TWO years ago – to expect a serious pandemic. And no one listened… What, I wonder, did he know that others did not? Why did he fire and persecute Dr. Judy Mikovits when all she wanted to do was tell the truth? I had lots of time to research and investigate but I won’t bore the pants off you with statistics, interpretations and conspiracy theories – they are all out there if you want to take the time to have a look. Some really mad ones too.

What really, really irritates me are the half-truths, the twisted truths, the out-of-context quotes to suit the moment, and the truly awful behaviour of what we regard as normal people. The media, in my opinion, are often the biggest culprits.

Anyway, here we are on this really mad, mad, mad world and we have to make the best of a sad situation.

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Who knows what will happen if a second wave hits and the American Presidential election has to be postponed…?!

If there are two words that make me want to be puke, they are TRUMP and COVID. Unfortunately they are both real.

Meanwhile, there is the rest of my kitchen to clean and organise, as well as the rest of my home; 3 months’ worth of old dust plus pretty plaster dust on top of it… And that’s just to start with. There are all those other plans and projects to put in motion, finish and complete. So much to do, so little time – I believe the saying originally came from Cecil John Rhodes on his death bed.

Life is good. Life is wonderful. I can breathe…





On Thursday, 28 May I was taken to Pretoria to go to the Qatar Embassy. I was expecting about 15 to 20 people at most but when we got to the area, there were 12 buses and around 1000 people outside in the street. Now, remember – I had all my luggage with me… not much but enough to really test my strength…

Each person had to go inside, up 4 and then 4 more steps, luggage and all, except if you were flying with someone who could look after your stuff for you. Well, I managed to get up the first lot of steps, park my luggage on the small landing and then joined the queue. We were given forms to complete that had to be handed to the airport ‘COVID police’.

We waited 2 hours before we could board buses and needless to say, the organisation skills were sorely lacking. The traffic police were supposed to block off the street so that we could get loaded and board safely… they showed up when we were leaving… There were children and elderly people waiting – no toilet facilities, no water supplied.

Eventually we got going and when we reached the airport, we had to remain seated while each piece of luggage was off loaded and set out flat on the pavement and tarmac. After that, we had to leave the bus, identify our luggage, and place ALL of our hand luggage with our suitcase(s). Step away and wait… again. They employed sniffer dogs – quite a show!

After that bit of sniffing, we could take our luggage and queue to enter the building, hand over our completed forms, show our passports and boarding passes with predetermined seats allocated. Another long wait inside where we could at least buy water and snacks; I’ve only had breakfast that morning… Thank goodness for the forward planning of both my sister-in-law and myself for stocking up on nutribars and other goodies to munch on! The chocolate was melted – the wait was in full sun!

Eventually we boarded the aircraft. Physical distancing? Go fish! The flight was packed solid. I was lucky to have a seat open next to me only because it was a no show passenger. Off we went into the night, flying north to Doha. The food was good. We reached our first destination sometime after 06.30, more than an hour late because of delays in South Africa; I had a connecting flight at 09.30 to Athens… and it was a long walk between terminals.

I carried my laptop and other paraphernalia in a backpack. The times I had to take it off, put it on, take it off, and so on AND of course, the laptop had to be taken out to go through security. We managed to board our flight on time and arrived in Athens around 13.30.

During the previous 36 hours I had been trying to get a connecting flight for that same afternoon, but Aegean Airways just didn’t come through on time. This resulted in me having to leave the airport to go to a Government sponsored hotel. Leaving the airport I had to have a mandatory COVID test. Aegean eventually came through with a booking to Larnaca, Cyprus the following day, and all was well when we got the results of our tests some 14 – 16 hours later. This meant that we could catch the Larnaca flight and get home.

Arriving at Larnaca, we encountered another long cattle-herding line, two more forms to be completed and then had to have yet another COVID test… Unbeknown to us, there were untested people on the flight who joined it in Athens… The test in Athens was from the throat, whilst the Larnaca test was from the nose. Both truly horrible!

Then we had to board the busses again to go through immigration control and collect our luggage. Once again dragging luggage behind us, we eventually boarded buses that took us to a hotel in Larnaca to await the results of the tests. These came through on MONDAY late afternoon which tested my patience to the limit – the food was awful, only because I stated that I was vegetarian. It resulted in helpings enough for four people of boiled vegetables of various kinds. NO protein of any kind. Even breakfast consisted of fried vegetables only… Well, On Sunday evening I flipped and complained. I got fish and chips instead plus… carrots and beans…!

My daughter collected me from the hotel that evening at around 21.30 and we got home safe and sound. I can tell you now, a Famous Grouse had never tasted that good before!

I am still under self-isolation and my daughter stocked my fridge and freezer to the gunnels, together with fresh fruit and vegetables. How blessed am I to have a one like her!?!

So, to come to the end of the saga of the lock-down:  I am safe, I am at peace, I am at home but I really feel the effects of this entire period. I’m exhausted, mentally, physically and even a bit spiritually. However, the next 11 days will be used to recharge the batteries and get myself back to perfect balance in every way.

I’m sorry there are no images with this post.

OK, here is one… my home-coming drink!  The flowers are courtesy of my landlady; thank you, Fanoula! And I can’t even get to the hairdresser until after Monday, 15th!


Thank you for sharing in my lock-down; let’s hope it never happens again!

My next post will touch on my view of the global pandemic, unnecessary violence and the control that Big Brother is gaining over the entire population of the world…


P.S.  I prefer to call it physical distancing instead of social distancing – it’s just another way to indoctrinate us.


One of the most frustrating weeks of the lock-down period.


Last week I became very excited as the Cyprus Consulate recommended a repatriation flight with Qatar Airways to Doha, from where Cyprus would collect us, deliver us to Cyprus and place us in quarantine for 14 days.

Well, to put it bluntly, it didn’t happen! On Monday the Cyprus Foreign Ministry was supposed to have confirmed the repatriation flight from Doha to Larnaca, but they cancelled it instead, giving no reason. It is impossible to share the frustration that was caused – simply impossible. So, here I am, still uselessly waiting in South Africa, one day to go home.

Having said that the flight between Doha and Larnaca was cancelled… without any reason, I discovered there was a reason. Don’t you just hate busy bodies? People who cannot help themselves and are just compelled to put their noses into other people’s business? Yes, we have one of those in our group of stranded passengers and this person has caused a complete upheaval in arrangements being made by the Cyprus Ambassador and his staff. I can spit fireballs… as this person has caused untold damage. And no, I did not let that one pass.

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On Thursday, Cyprus entered Phase 2 of the lock-down which, in essence,

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Here in South Africa we are still in Phase 4… Phase 3 will start on 1 June when people will be able to start buying alcohol again. It has been a very long and, for some people, dry 73 days… In this household we have an extremely resourceful woman and she magicked wine from unexpected places in the house! It’s almost like the Widow’s Jar…

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And then came the next phase of the roller-coaster-ride!


On Friday, the Cyprus Government decided that the airports will open on 9 June and as a Cypriot national, I would be able to be tested upon arrival, self-isolate for the period until the result is obtained. Wonderful, wonderful news as I reached the upper curve of the ride, only to fly way down into the doldrums on the other side… I still have to get OUT of South Africa! African skies are still closed to air traffic. I now have to wait until the SA President divulges the next step in Phase 3 here. Maybe, just maybe, the skies will open somewhat.

On Tuesday I decided that it was time to get my act together: I started walking again. Here, we are only allowed to walk between 06:00 and 09:00 for leisure. You can walk to the shops, of course, at any other time…


Perhaps next week I’ll be able to give you some genuinely good news…



This week has seen a couple of exciting happenings.

Week 6 saw the restarting of my Greek language lessons online and this has kept me busy all through this week. It’s quite an experience and I’m enjoying it tremendously. But it is intense! And yes, it is exciting – as it makes me feel as if I’m taking tiny steps on my way home.

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And then there was the second bit of excitement… I’ll be flying to Doha on 28 May and then repatriated to Cyprus on the 30th. It looks as if things are slowly beginning to get back to some sort of normalcy…

And thanks to the Wright Brothers, we can FLY!

I have been astounded by the absurdity of some rules and regulations published here in South Africa. Wearing a mask has been written into the Law! And believe it or not, you are even told what you may or may not wear and buy as far as clothing is concerned! For the duration of the lock-down, you may not wear open-toed shoes. Yes, really!!

Well, it is Winter here…

When we are caught up in a daily routine, things become habit and you stop thinking outside the box. This enforced time of introspection has brought home a few truths to me. Over the years of living alone, I have become blunt – like a blade that has not been sharpened in years. I have often taken the low road – the easy one – without any hills to climb and have thus become slothful and idle. Yes, I can hear the cries of denial from a number of you! Believe me, what you see is not always the truth…

However, these weeks of isolation have been incredibly nurturing in so many ways. Inspirational and awakening the creative spirit again. I wonder how many other people have also experienced a reawakening of the spirit. I hope many!


On top of everything else, I’ve had the opportunity to spend quality time with my brother and his wife. They have an almost too tranquil home and garden… I almost reverted to slothfulness! But, it has been great to have such precious time together. Their garden is full of spekboom plants; for those who don’t know: they produce an enormous amount of oxygen and consume a lot of carbon dioxide… and they taste great too!


Well, my Greek homework is waiting… Until next week, stay safe. Three things will keep you healthy: Vitamin C, Vitamin D and fresh air… plus, keep on dancing!




Yes, really… 7 weeks! Today (9th) marks two months since I arrived in South Africa as a first stop before flying on to Mauritius for a 10-day beach holiday… Well, you all know what happened!

padlock-vector-illustration-cartoon-46705097 The talks about opening airports for normal commercial business are vague and July seems to be the earliest that it may happen in Cyprus – we’ll have to wait and see. We’ll be halfway through summer by the time I can enjoy a beach again!

Petra-tou-Romiou-Paphos However, things have – sort of – settled down in my psyche. We have restarted our Greek lessons online for the time being, and it was almost like taking a step on the road home…

My daughter has settled down in her new rental accommodation on the road to Theletra – sounds like the title of a book! Today, she is also receiving her first lesson on fournos cooking! It will be a fusion of African and Cypriot cookwear…

We have slightly more freedom of movement but unfortunately it is being abused by many… Still, it gave me the opportunity to get a few more bits of art material yesterday so this weekend it will be playtime again. My sis-in-law wants to join in! And tomorrow, because it will be Mothers’ Day in SA, we are ordering in! It’s place called “Koolstoof” – coal stove – no kitchening tomorrow!


And, I’ve also been reading and listening to a lot of scientific articles about the COVID-19 virus. I have learned things that make my hair stand on end… but this is not the place for it. I can, however, recommend Dr. Merkola’s interview with the controversial Dr. Judy Mikovits. It’s lengthy and fairly complicated, but if you are interested, it is well worth a listen and a read (the short interviews’ transcripts are also there) – the full interview is at the end of the article. I have always believed in the facts and not the speculation, the latter causing a lot of useless panic and worry. View it here

And just as a final treat, this is what the moon looked like last evening, rising over Johannesburg. (I have no idea who took the photograph…) Stunning though, isn’t it?


Till next time,





It’s still Groundhog Day!


But, day before yesterday I started doing something else: The 83 steps of the driveway is serving as my walking meditation and with each round, I move a little stone to the next brick on the wall, keeping track of the number of revolutions. 824 yesterday – tomorrow we’ll see if I can start increasing the 83 exponentially…

I have never been a great fan of Nelson Mandela but if I had to spend 27 years like he did – and others – I would go stark, raving mad! He came out and walked to freedom a better person than anyone could imagine. Still not a fan but I do respect that achievement. If he had another 8 years in office, this country may have been a bit different than what it is now.


I have been “imprisoned” since 19 March and I’m feeling the effects. I am in the home of my beloved brother and his wife and they cannot be more giving and supporting. This makes me feel a bit guilty as I have lost my “guest status” long ago! However, we are forgiving where family are concerned… thank God!

The 1st of May arrived and rules and regulations are lifted a little. Now we may walk outside our yards between 06:00 and 09:00. I am a late riser and not a morning-person…so, this is what happens…


The only subject matter these days is another big C… except this one has 19 tagged onto it… Personally, I am heartily sick of hearing, reading or talking about it. The entire world has been disrupted and the jury is still out on whether it is good or bad.

The ‘good’ about it is that the air is cleaner and less debris is manufactured. In the words of Don McLean: ‘Perhaps they’ll listen now…’  Or, on the other hand,  ‘perhaps they never will…’

The ‘bad’ is that it already has started again. I’m talking about factories opening and belching toxic fumes into the atmosphere… plus ça change plus c’est la même chose… to quote Jean-Baptiste Alphonse Karr.

I am no Greta Thunberg and I do admire the young lady. And once again, she proved that people just do not listen. Mother Nature has spoken so clearly and so loudly and still humanity is chewing away her skin and behaving like the worst parasites in creation. There will come a time when she will simply shrug and cast us all into oblivion so that she can continue to exist. And she will.

Have a look at these images: http://blog.asiantown.net/-/4124/the-best-photos-of-angry-mother-natural  –  apologies for the advertisements; out of my control.

Today is Beltane in the Celtic calendar – the first day of Summer. Well, if you are in the Northern hemisphere, of course. And if you celebrate that sort of thing – which I do. The May Queen and her entourage.


May the next week bring us better news. May this ‘plague’ be banished and may humanity take notice of the warnings. May your year ahead be filled with joy and your sorrows be small ones.


Lock-down – Week 5 ends

You will have noticed that I have changed my theme – apparently my old theme was ‘retired’. I hope you like the new one; I think it’s a bit easier to read.

Somehow I have missed out on week 4… these things seem to happen when you lose track of time…

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And here we are at the end of the 5th week of lock-down.

It’s amazing what one can learn when you have time on your hands. I’ve been following a blog called “Accidental Icon”   for a long time, admiring the author’s style in clothing and her musings on older women. Well, she has just opened my eyes to the behind-the-scenes of the fashion world… and it is shocking! I can highly recommend your reading Fashion Revolution– it certainly opened my eyes! But don’t take my word for it – read it yourself by clicking on the link(s). I still have a lot of catching up to do.

How would you like to go to work like this?

This week I was overcome by a feeling of Helplessness. I was banging my fists on my thighs in the middle of the night and would’ve screamed were it not for the fact that there are others under the same roof. And I find that having to consider others under these circumstances makes it even more difficult. If I were at home and were overcome by this same sense of helplessness, I could have yelled at the top of my lungs either standing on the beach, diving underwater, or in the forest – and no-one would’ve been any the wiser. But when we share space with other people – now or at other times – we have to be considerate. Especially when you don’t want to hurt people’s feelings!

And here’s the cherry on top: If I were at home, I would not have been able to do any of those things either!

And the next morning I felt very ashamed of myself. Dear God, there are so many people who are so much worse off than me! I simply want to go home. How fortunate am I? I have a home! What about those poor people who have been displaced by violence, hunger or simply losing a job? They have nowhere to go and have to rely on others to provide shelter, food and warmth.

And while you are on Facebook, have a look at the work of James Earley – his work is incredible and you will know what I am talking about. He speaks to your soul…

And yes, what about all those thousands of people who are in deep mourning over the loss of loved ones? Yes, I have lost loved ones; at least I know the pain that they are now suffering. Let us be kind to our fellow human beings.


Yes, it’s all a bit depressing, isn’t it? And yet… we have a pandemic on our hands. We are not sending loved ones to the front to fight for our freedom… and dying! However, we are at war against a common enemy, an invisible one. How frightening is that?!

My writing and painting inspiration has been leaking out, emptying the bucket. In order to try and get a grip, I joined a Lock-down Art Challenge. If you don’t do Facebook you will not be able to see it. However, if you do, have a look at Droushia Lockdown Art Challenge where you can either join to participate and/or vote for each week’s entries. It’s a lot of fun and… that is all it is; no prizes or awards – just straightforward fun.

This is my little entry for this week’s challenge: Space. It’s going to be fun to see what others are coming up with!


Till next time, stay safe and healthy!