Tuesday, January 24, 2006




WHEN I PAINT A PORTRAIT
I SEE COLOURS YOU DO NOT SEE..

WHEN I WRITE
MY WORDS COME FROM THE DEEPEST PART OF ME.

ART IS AN EXPRESSION AN EMOTION

WORDS ARE MEANINGFUL STRINGED LETTERS.

Monday, January 23, 2006



WALK WITH ME
DOWN THE PATH
THROUGH THE GATE
TOWARDS THE LIGHT
HAND IN HAND
INTO THE NIGHT

WHITNEY HOUSTON







PASTELS INKS PENCILS GEL WATER COLOUR
PAINTED FOR A DEVOTED FAN 2005

Sunday, January 22, 2006

Just as you think
you know all about yourself
you change
your world is rearranged
Just as you think
you could never love again
your heart is swept off to a new domain
Just as you think
you have everything in control
your mind is not whole
Blinded by confusion
delirious delusion

Thursday, January 19, 2006

Monday, January 16, 2006

I STARE INTO SPACE........A CREATIVE PLACE



As the shadows fall and light moves with slow time and movement

Watch with eager eyes,

Dare I miss something of importance?

We move at such great speeds that we do not see real progress

Digital technical electrical rulers of our being demand our attention

As individuals we are insignificant dots of a non pictured jigsaw

Irony that we do not fit together on earth linking the pieces

In order to survive as a race to be proud of .

Greed being mans downfall,

How sorry we are in the aftermath .

Unnecessary wars

Causing death famine homelessness pain and tears

We are the teachers and pupils of a world consumed with ignorance

Centuries passed has taught us nothing about compassion

How sad it is that one man has so much and another has nothing

And how it touches me so when I see a starving child smile

How it hurts me that a rich well fed child could moan for more

I am grateful for my existence, but not sure of my purpose

It burns within me as I breathe that I cannot change wrong to right

My mind is plagued by it so I do not sleep at night

The years have done me no favours to prove my worth

Time is stolen

Not to be relived

Now is the era of voice to be heard

Words of change must fill the air

THANKYOU SUCH KIND WORDS



Mandys insight is so based on her genuine experience

that it makes comparison with any trends irrelevant.

Having the ability to help people through her words

and art has become her way of life.Her words flow directly

rather than couched in metaphor .They require that the reader

opens their heart to understanding them, rather than

analyze them like stylish and artful conundrums.

Behind her style of work there's a keen objective criticism,

with a self-realised perfectionism. Her art is so diverse

it displays the many sides to her walk of life.

Mandys will to succeed is an inspiration to us all.

I feel honoured to be a part of her existence.


MIKE STUART Ba.

THANKYOU FOR YOUR SWEET GENEROSITY MIKE

CAN YOU SEE WHAT I SEE?




MAKE OF ME WHAT YOU WILL......
.....BUT LET ME TELL YOU THIS.....
...I AM WATCHING YOU FROM WITHIN THE COLOURS

Sunday, January 15, 2006

Saturday, January 14, 2006