Tertia du Toit
Thank you, Ms du Toit
It is with great delight that I offer this hub for your reading pleasure. Not only a pleasure of reading but a feast for the eyes and a balm to the tired mind and heart.
Tertia du Toit's artwork cannot help but lift you up and whisk you along with her on an imaginative and wonderfully idyllic daytrip.
I wish to personally say thank you to Ms du Toit for corresponding with me and allowing me to present her artwork to our HubPages community.
There are many links for and about Tertia du Toit, her artwork is almost literally in every home in South Africa as her artwork of her Cape Maidens are on many labels of jams and preserves.
I did not want this to be an ordinary review of her gorgeous artwork...anything I tried to write did not come close to how her artwork made me feel.
So instead, I hae taken a large writer privilege and gone in a new direction; a fantastical journey in the lives of few of her Maidens as they go about their day to day lives.
I feel sure everyone will be as glad as I that we took this trip to visit her artwork and meet all her lovely girls!
Ms du Toit,Thank you again!
Ladies and Gentleman, may I present Ms Tertia du Toit!
Once Upon A Time
Once upon a time there lived some lovely girls
Right in the middle of Tertia's forehead!
These lovely girls fed Tertia sunshine; to make her glow.
They gave her flower petals of brightest hues
To be sureTertia would see and know
The same lovely colours and make them grow.
These lovely girls would giggle and run and play
Inside ot Tertia's forehead all the day.
Then, even in the evening, they brought Tertia dreams.
Dreams of joy and youth and love and life
With all that's in between.
Tertia grew strong and true, the lovely girls were proud
And when it was time, only Tertia knew how;
Tertia brought them, one by one, from her forehead
To her ground.
The girls knew their work was not completed,
They now share with the world their message of love
For when people see them, so beautiful and gving,
These lovely girls impart a subtle magic,
That brings forth the best in all of us;
The desire to change the world, starting with ourselves.
To change the way we see each other, and give to each other;
That is the best magic of all.
Thank you Tertia for your lovely girls, They give us all such pleasure
We cannot repay the favor, except with heartfelt gazes
And perhaps with trying to live our lives as the girls are living;
On your canvas with such gay abandon!
A True Story or One That Hopes to Be?
Pomelo lay sleeping with the bed of grapefruit at her back, easing the strains of her hard work the day before. Her dreams were as sweet as the wine she and her sisters, cousins and friends helped to create. Though the work was hard and at certain seasons the hours were even longer, still, Pomelo was satisfied. Of all the women that worked for Juno, Pomelo was the matriarch. Juno, as wife to Jupiter, had too many duties (and joys) in her life to supervise and nurture the colony of women on the Island Of The Maiden where the water of life began. Juno entrusted that worrisome detail to Pomelo, the steadiest and mature of all the joyfully childlike women on the island. But even with Pomelo's maturity, a normal work day on the island was anything but normal.
For instance, Kitty had returned to the island the day before. Kitty had been on the mainland visiting her family, catching up with old friends, dancing in the clubs, learning new dance steps, having a lovely time. But the main thing Kitty had gone for was to make one purchase; one long wished for one long dreamed for item; a bright blue three wheeler bicycle. When Kitty flew into the grape press room on her new bike a fresh spring breeze followed her inside, pushed along by the Breeze Pixies. Breeze pixies are always eager to play or cause mischief, to the pixies, there is no difference. So, despite the new songs, dances and gossip from the mainland the one item Kitty most wanted to share with her community of island maidens was her new blue three wheeled bicycle.
The island maidens were delighted that Kitty had returned and amazed at her skill with her new bike. Everyone wanted to play. As a result, the usual workday came to an abrupt halt and the pixies seized their chance! If the maidens had not been giggling and playing so loudly perhaps they could have saved the day. As it was, even Pomelo was taken unaware and bad went to disastrous before the maidens had gotten more than one ride apiece around the grape vats. Mossie and her sparrow were the first to notice but Opkyk was looking up, as usual, and both raised the alarm simultaneously.
The maidens knew what to do; Breeze Pixies and otherworldly creatures were indigenous to the island. Some believed it was Juno herself who placed them there, others felt most of the fey were in place before Juno made the island one of her homes. Indeed, the magical beings would have attracted the earth goddess like a lodestone and for sure made the wine that much more delectable, despite the extra work it took at times to maintain some semblance of order!
Melkmiesie was guarding the window while Waar's my lemoen and Soenmylemoens stationed themselves and their delectable oranges in the middle of the room. Squeeze my oranges was provocative in her soft blue sheeting slip. However, she was careful to keep her eyes downcast, lest the pixies catch the dancing laughter from her eyes. Kiss my oranges was leaning forward with her fruit spilling out around her skirt .It was the enticing odor of maidens and fruit filling the air that ultimately spelled the pixies undoing.
At first, the Breeze Pixies were wary and shy; they had played this game many times in the past. Never mind that the maidens always let the pixies keep their spoils, pixies just hate to see the fun come to an end! So it was up to the strandmiesies to march and sing around the grape vats closing the circle slowly and carefully until all the pixies were tumbling onto Squeeze and Kiss my Oranges skirts. Lemmitjye covered the Breeze Pixies with a gentle brush of lime scented cloth making sure there were plenty of tart lime flavors to balance the sweetness of the oranges. When it seemed the Breeze Pixies were quiet and suckling on their stolen pleasures Druiweimiesie gathered them gently into her basket and humming a little tune, took them out into the courtyard.
The basket of Breeze Pixies was given into the care of Wolketrapper, for whom better to return the pixies to their own corner of the island than Cloudcatcer herself? Kitty loaned Cloudcatcher her new bicycle to make the tri and Pomelo called and asked Juno for a bit of weightless dust to keep the bike airborne. Such a sight to see that day! The ground falling away beneath the bicycle tires, Wolketrapper smiling, head thrown back to taste the sky and a basket full of softly snoring Breeze Pixies flying skyward into the sun! Wolketrapper would giggle every time a pixie would hiccup and the blue bike would give a delightful hop at the same time!
Pomelo gathered the Island Maidens around the center of the square where they clasped hands and danced in the soft evening air, a group of gorgeous, fun loving, vivacious girls forever on the edge of a triptych, not yet women, not yet fully grown from maidens. Juno peeked in on them later that night as they lay sprawled in their beds, arms and legs tangled in sheets, mysterious smiles flitting cross their features as they dreamed of adventures or hartstops or perhaps, just another bright blue three wheeled bicycle. Perhaps the next one will have a basket that fit on the handlebars!
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