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    kiana neethling
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Visceral Knowing
Visceral Knowing
A question of relating.
Who are you with other?
Who are you when life strips away what you are holding onto for dear life?
~study of form, A3, acrylic and watercolour on paper
A question of relating. Who are you with other? Who are you when life strips away what you are holding onto for dear life? ~study of form, A3, acrylic and watercolour on paper
Contemplation comes in waves
-acrylic on paper
Contemplation comes in waves -acrylic on paper
A late night sketch of @katyaabedian and her free spirit merging.

Let us walk through life embodying our values, representing nature, being the ocean as opposed to merely looking at it.
For something to appear infront of your eyes, does this not mean it is present in you too?
A late night sketch of @katyaabedian and her free spirit merging. Let us walk through life embodying our values, representing nature, being the ocean as opposed to merely looking at it. For something to appear infront of your eyes, does this not mean it is present in you too?
Rooftop life 
of love and freedom
flying over the ground
the air is dancing here

up my nostrils and out of my ears 
rolling down my chest to the space in my belly button
finding a home there

I stick my tongue out to catch the cold
my face wrinkles like the bark of a tree
small windows revealing truth
lives stacked on top of one another

remnants of clues
potplant painting calendar cat
Each filled up with what they know
Rooftop life of love and freedom flying over the ground the air is dancing here up my nostrils and out of my ears rolling down my chest to the space in my belly button finding a home there I stick my tongue out to catch the cold my face wrinkles like the bark of a tree small windows revealing truth lives stacked on top of one another remnants of clues potplant painting calendar cat Each filled up with what they know
Birds chirp, the city rumbles, footsteps pattering down, breeze rolling in through my window;
silent mornings and misty minds.

Everyone is slowly rising to meet the day, do they realise that they have the power? ~texture exploration, finding a different world everywhere I look
Birds chirp, the city rumbles, footsteps pattering down, breeze rolling in through my window; silent mornings and misty minds. Everyone is slowly rising to meet the day, do they realise that they have the power? ~texture exploration, finding a different world everywhere I look
It sits on my chest like a pile of bricks, waiting for the cement to join them.
Dry eyes looking up at the ceiling, painted with the car lights outside.
Squinting for the answer to come plummeting out of the sky, anticipating a lover to show that they choose to breath alongside you.
The art of touching without an end,
arousal with no climax;
to simply feel the sensuality of self.
I touch my body more often now,
the fear has left me and I allow myself to stroke my arm and rub my thighs;
soaking up my being, grounding.
Rolling in the dirt, feeling it crunch between my teeth.
I fill myself up, hoping to become heavy and inconceivable.
I don't know how I am able to balance on earth.
~life drawing class sketch, charcoal
It sits on my chest like a pile of bricks, waiting for the cement to join them. Dry eyes looking up at the ceiling, painted with the car lights outside. Squinting for the answer to come plummeting out of the sky, anticipating a lover to show that they choose to breath alongside you. The art of touching without an end, arousal with no climax; to simply feel the sensuality of self. I touch my body more often now, the fear has left me and I allow myself to stroke my arm and rub my thighs; soaking up my being, grounding. Rolling in the dirt, feeling it crunch between my teeth. I fill myself up, hoping to become heavy and inconceivable. I don't know how I am able to balance on earth. ~life drawing class sketch, charcoal
Merged with all around

There is no stopping the force now

Pouring out of every corner
~acrylic on paper
Merged with all around There is no stopping the force now Pouring out of every corner ~acrylic on paper
Choosing it's own identity-
seeing this world for all that it could be- turning life into a continuation of colour. ~Oil, acrylic and pencil, getting ready for it's new home in a frame
Choosing it's own identity- seeing this world for all that it could be- turning life into a continuation of colour. ~Oil, acrylic and pencil, getting ready for it's new home in a frame
Winding down the longest slide, only to realise the end is a new start.
A portal within myself has been opened, I feel the space now.
~sketchbook exploration
Winding down the longest slide, only to realise the end is a new start. A portal within myself has been opened, I feel the space now. ~sketchbook exploration
"We tend to think of the erotic as an easy, tantalizing sexual arousal. I speak of the erotic as the deepest life force, a force which moves us towards living in a fundamental way."- Audre Lorde
~A4, oil and acrylic on paper
"We tend to think of the erotic as an easy, tantalizing sexual arousal. I speak of the erotic as the deepest life force, a force which moves us towards living in a fundamental way."- Audre Lorde ~A4, oil and acrylic on paper
Missing.
The feeling of home on your chest, 
the softness of longing. 'Lovers at one'
~acrylic on paper close up
Missing. The feeling of home on your chest, the softness of longing. 'Lovers at one' ~acrylic on paper close up
A reminder from my sketchbook to you.
A Monday morning wake up here in Berlin; feeling achy and alive.
Possibilities and choices whirling in my tummy-
an endless journey of unwinding into creation.
A reminder from my sketchbook to you. A Monday morning wake up here in Berlin; feeling achy and alive. Possibilities and choices whirling in my tummy- an endless journey of unwinding into creation.
Sand dune, mountain, wave;
Let us not limit ourselves.
Let go of the idea of endings, the greater whole is you.
~exploration of form
Sand dune, mountain, wave; Let us not limit ourselves. Let go of the idea of endings, the greater whole is you. ~exploration of form
Who is it that you choose to be today?
-whether it is a human or a gentle breeze,
a fragment of joy or the gesture of a shadow-
rise still and meet the world.

I often talk to me,
but who is responding?
A million different personas, bursting to be expressed.
There is no need to pick just one;
you are an evolution, a changing current.
Maybe all the pages are already inside,
each one turned up loud
when you are ready to listen.
~sketchbook study
Who is it that you choose to be today? -whether it is a human or a gentle breeze, a fragment of joy or the gesture of a shadow- rise still and meet the world. I often talk to me, but who is responding? A million different personas, bursting to be expressed. There is no need to pick just one; you are an evolution, a changing current. Maybe all the pages are already inside, each one turned up loud when you are ready to listen. ~sketchbook study
Once you see everybody in this life as you - as a part of your sensory body - you don't need teachings on thou shalt not.
~work in progess, oil on paper
Once you see everybody in this life as you - as a part of your sensory body - you don't need teachings on thou shalt not. ~work in progess, oil on paper
Sometimes we tell ourselves that a piece of work is too large, or our dreams are too big, or the chance of failure is too high. 
Sometimes we are right, but most of the time we need to shut out that little voice inside and laugh at it out loud.
If the end result seems out of reach, just begin with today.
Allowing the sky to shed it's light on my new friend, before I get to work.

I wake up in the mornings, fearless, like I could jump over mountains
- find a place within where your infinite resides, and realise it has been waiting for you
Sometimes we tell ourselves that a piece of work is too large, or our dreams are too big, or the chance of failure is too high. Sometimes we are right, but most of the time we need to shut out that little voice inside and laugh at it out loud. If the end result seems out of reach, just begin with today. Allowing the sky to shed it's light on my new friend, before I get to work. I wake up in the mornings, fearless, like I could jump over mountains - find a place within where your infinite resides, and realise it has been waiting for you
'If faces could grow gestures,
Would we need to speak?'
Questions that come and go again and again. This one seemed to run out of me, before I even knew how to express it. ~A4, pencil and acrylic on paper
'If faces could grow gestures, Would we need to speak?' Questions that come and go again and again. This one seemed to run out of me, before I even knew how to express it. ~A4, pencil and acrylic on paper