I catched the late evening light from the seaside of this dune at Cadzand-Bad.
Kruf, J. (2022) Dune Light [fine art print]. Breda: Private collection.
Desert view
Our adventure across the Namibian Sossusvlei resulted in the wisdom that no place in the desert is actually the same. Every valley has its own colour palette and architecture. The high sand dunes can sometimes reach up to 325 meter, as high as the Eiffel Tower. What an impressive place to be, the desert.
Wind, gravitation, water and light of sun and moon wash the sands, day and night, century in, century out. A continuous process of rearrangement and movement. In fact the sand grains are always on the run. I found these colours and curves.
Bibliography
Kruf, J.P. (2022) Desert view. Breda: private collection.
Towards the Sun
Sailing towards the sun can be a quite challenging experience. But it is worth doing so, from the shadows and the rain towards a more convenient place. Literally and metaphorically. For that, above all, you need that driving combination of conviction and craftsmanship. You have to have guts. And above you need a boat.
A plan will help you, but much more important is the action itself, that state of actually doing it, of going into an adventure. And of course you need to know about the moon and the stars, the water, the tides, the currents and the wind. And you need to know all about your own strengths and weaknesses. Outer and inner world meet in success, always.
In fact it is about the ability to navigate, that constant peddling between knowing where you are, where you want to be and what to do. Let’s go, towards the sun.
Bibliography
Kruf, J.P. (2022) Towards the Sun [fine art print]. Breda: private collection.
Path
After the loss of a dear friend some weeks ago, I imagined with my pencils this path for him. A stairway in a pristine white setting under an azure blue sky.A path to heaven, there he will arrive soon. He has all the love, care and involvement certificates to be accepted. Of that I am sure. A path to eternity it will be.
He already did pass the gate. I look upwards to it and see the blue sky. He is gone. I knew him. He was my friend. He is within the heart, within the soul.
Bibliography
Kruf, J.P. (2022) Path [fine art print]. Breda, The Netherlands: Private collection.
Robin
I love this bird. The robin has beautiful colours. Its orange is dazzling. It lives with wife and children (temporary) in our garden. Companions at home. This summer, the family was part of our household. So far from my perspective and my charcoal pencils.
The present news about dictators, autocrats (on all levels) and democratic power houses brings me to another dimension of this bird. It is of course a personal association, in moments becoming a metaphor.
From ecological point of view the robin is relevant in the food chain. Itself it is a fierceless predator of insects and worms. Hm. Defends its territory with all its focus and effort. It does all what is necessary for that.
I recognise this behaviour in the world of power and influence (as Machiavelli described the world of ‘politics’), reading through today’s headlines – in all sizes, forms and capacities.
What helps in my idea, is the fact that the robin (and with all associations attached) is eaten by owls (wisest of all), buzzards (honest birds), hawks (masters of the wood) and falcons (actors of balance). The circle of life is hard but gives hope. I still love this bird.
Bibliography
Kruf, J.P. (2022) Robin [fine art print]. Breda: private collection.
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