Tag Archives: Jenny Reyneke

Last of the roses. Dealing with post-exhibition blues

I thought that if I had a great deal of projects lined up that I could perhaps skip the post-exhibition blues, that I could simply slip neatly back into creativity, that the euphoria of the opening night would launch me … Continue reading

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We are the dreams we keep

In the dream…Perhaps because I have had my nose in a book.. I dreamt that I was walking through a book of leaves. Each page that turned, a corridor of new and undiscovered art leading to places wild and secret. … Continue reading

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Out of the Ashes

I used to dream of old houses. I have not had that particular dream since the fire. In a way, I wonder whether my old dream of the old house was not my subconscious preparing me for the event…? One … Continue reading

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Rise

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Modjadji’s Gold

I am the ground untold I am the dreams I hold   The loves unlost The hour’s costs   I am the years of reign The treasure’s gain The sorrows fought The light I’ve sought   I am the fields … Continue reading

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Consumed

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The Wild Ones

It has been many months, many wanderings since my last post. Thank you for being here. It is the small hours of an early Saturday morning and I find myself once again in my studio after 6 weeks of backbreaking … Continue reading

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Riverroads

“And because the road was once a river, it was always hungry” Ben Okri I knew these words even before the reading. It is wonderful to me that in my life, words find me. I call them pathfinders, wayweavers… wandersongs … Continue reading

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Dreamweave

For the past few days, I have been consumed by a nameless restlessness that I have translated, perhaps incorrectly as a sadness. The kind that permeates all thought, an inexplicable ache from the core and from a depth unfathomable and … Continue reading

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Tempest at a bygone sea

When painting the Karoo, I like to muse upon the fact that it was once a sea. I have only explored a small part of this entrancing world. On canvas, I struggle to express all that it evokes or the … Continue reading

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