Pieter A. Pienaar

As I was trying to think about what to write today, I paged through my archive and I saw an art work that made me very happy, because a...

Yesterday I had the pleasure or privilege to be on a repatriation flight from Saudi Arabia to South Africa. After two months of...

Yesterday I had a Messenger conversation with a friend of mine and I sensed that he needed to hear words of encouragement. I tried my...

This morning as I was preparing to write this post, I had to look at what I could talk about and I saw the first collection of abstracts...

I included an acrylic spout drawing I made in 2009. I think this image suits the topic. This is the first painting I sold online. If I...

Those of us who are familiar with the art history of the 20th century will know the story of Piet Mondrian and his apple tree. He made...

(I included a paragraph from my Journey with Jeddah coffee table book, published in 2019. The last paragraph is new.) I feel guilty to...

Four years ago, a group of enthusiastic artists asked me to join them at an outdoor event. It was the annual festival and this group of...

(Another abbreviated extract from my Faces in the Crowd document which was published in 2017. The last paragraph is new!) … As I was...

Last night I spoke to a friend and we spoke about many things, such as the ecosystems, the cycle of life and cruelty in nature (from a...

Yesterday afternoon I was relaxing inside a swimming pool. The inviting light blue colour of the water is always a comfort to me (or...

(A modified extract from a document I wrote in October 2017, explaining my ‘Faces in the Crowd’ collage collection.) I did a series of 40...

We are all feeling the “mind-adjusting” effects of the current pandemic in one way or another. We are all sitting with a list of videos...

I am not really fond of doing pencil drawing; I simply prefer to do faster and more spontaneous expressions with colour. Deep down in my...

(This photograph is not good and the dark areas were not that dark.) Sometimes we encounter a benefactor who will say: “I like this...

Often, we cringe when we look at our first efforts: our first oil painting, our first poem, our first published book, our first song, our...

Yesterday on YouTube I listened to a personal story of struggle with regards to a book review that spun out of orbit, as it was told by a...

Somewhere along my art route I met a friend who was studying art and his art academy taught them to use a limited palette to enhance...

Twenty years ago, my square abstract painting entitled “Desert ice cream” was a sweet favourite of a couple who walked past my little...

I cleaned the kitchen. I started to prepare something for breakfast and then I saw the small musk melon (“spanspek”) I bought at the...