<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227097944180015620</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 09:00:03 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Black Earth Studio</title><description>Welcome to Black Earth Studio - the site for Petrus Spronk articles and artwork.</description><link>http://www.petrusspronk.com/</link><managingEditor>art@petrusspronk.com (Petrus Spronk)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227097944180015620.post-4201546605481545586</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 08:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-17T20:00:03.332+11:00</atom:updated><title></title><description></description><link>http://www.petrusspronk.com/2008/11/are-to-imagine.html</link><author>art@petrusspronk.com (Petrus Spronk)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227097944180015620.post-3508511789321154427</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 08:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-17T19:55:00.304+11:00</atom:updated><title>Dare to Imagine</title><description>&lt;em&gt;My imagination, which I finally understood, was motivated from that which lies beyond, took shape from that which lies within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Childhood Memories&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My simple and modest attic childhood bedroom was entered through a tiny door. A door not into a small room, but a door into a large space. The space of my imagination. A space as large as I could possibly create. This room a capsule, also, in which to travel in time and visit exotic places, to play with my first emotions, to live the fairy-tales I read as if real. Most of this under the blankets with a torch bought from saved pocket money, pictures first, words later. Aladdin’s cave of untold treasures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And later these stories made real with paint on paper, or clay, or in the sandbox built by my father in our minute garden. My parents who understood, and whose generosity of spirit allowed my creativity a wide range and healthy development. In this room I discovered the edge. Not the edge of physical proportions, but that of mental imaginings. The edge both frightening and real. This was not a place I was allowed to visit in the real world downstairs. Here, in the attic, I could play, discover, experiment, experience and thus, in my own childlike way, already start to push some boundaries. Boundaries of rippling sea of white bed sheets which would later become the huge watery waves of the oceans I would cross. No Boundaries. Only those set by our imaginations. Dare to imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petrus                                                                                          www.petrusspronk.com</description><link>http://www.petrusspronk.com/2008/11/dare-to-imagine.html</link><author>art@petrusspronk.com (Petrus Spronk)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227097944180015620.post-7318030741848197834</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 08:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-17T19:50:45.487+11:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Holy Cross Journal</category><title></title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.petrusspronk.com/uploaded_images/P6150074-789308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://www.petrusspronk.com/uploaded_images/P6150074-788919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Holy Cross Journal'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A work in red granite designed for the garden of the Convent Gallery, Daylesford, Victoria, Australia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was designed as a memorial to the nuns who used to run the actual convent.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date 2003&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.petrusspronk.com/2008/11/holy-cross-journal-work-in-red-granite.html</link><author>art@petrusspronk.com (Petrus Spronk)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227097944180015620.post-6714190492847182418</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 08:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-17T19:31:36.603+11:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Artwork</category><title></title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.petrusspronk.com/uploaded_images/P5100002-767937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://www.petrusspronk.com/uploaded_images/P5100002-767417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Architectural Fragment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A work which I desgned in 1991 and installed in Swanston Street, Melbourne, Australia.</description><link>http://www.petrusspronk.com/2008/11/blog-post.html</link><author>art@petrusspronk.com (Petrus Spronk)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227097944180015620.post-9065281956968859665</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Nov 2008 02:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-13T13:37:18.135+11:00</atom:updated><title>Some Anecdotes</title><description>Life can be seen as a path. Along it we occasionally come across signposts. These signposts appear in the form of people, books, films and experiences. You know when it is a useful signpost when it changes your life’s direction for the better. Here a  signpost I found while, as an artist, I was visiting the world of otherness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Japan there once lived a famous painter, who was approached by a business man who wanted a painting of a fish for his office. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The painter agreed and the business man paid a large sum as deposit. After half a year the business man contacted the painter and asked how the painting was developing. “Not quite ready” the painter replied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time after, the painter rang the business man to tell him the painting was ready. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the business man arrived, the painter chose a beautiful sheet of handmade paper. He chose his brushes and prepared his paints. Then with a few strong and deliberate strokes he painted the most beautiful image of a fish. Exquisite.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The business man was amazed and surprised. Why, he wanted to know did he have to wait so long and pay so much money for something that took so little time and effort to create? The answer, the painter told him, would be found in the large cupboard in the corner of the studio. When the businessman opened the cupboard, thousands of practice paintings of fish fell out……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petrus                                                                                           art@petrusspronk.com</description><link>http://www.petrusspronk.com/2008/11/some-anecdotes.html</link><author>art@petrusspronk.com (Petrus Spronk)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227097944180015620.post-1625245821039726228</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Jul 2008 05:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-17T19:40:32.645+11:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Artwork</category><title>'INNER LANDSCAPE' EXHIBITION NOW ON</title><description>&lt;table style="WIDTH: 194px"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BACKGROUND: url(http://picasaweb.google.com/f/img/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat left center; HEIGHT: 194px; moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial" align="middle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/blackearthstudio/InnerLandscapesExhibition"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 1px 0pt 0pt 4px" height="160" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/blackearthstudio/SF8LsxL9EpE/AAAAAAAAAEA/PuOISg_mfkU/s160-c/InnerLandscapesExhibition.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: arial,sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;double click on image&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(77,77,77); TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://picasaweb.google.com/blackearthstudio/InnerLandscapesExhibition"&gt;Inner Landscapes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Exhibition&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;July 23 till August 16&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gallery 101&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;101 Collins Street Melbourne&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ph: 61 3 9654 6886&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</description><link>http://www.petrusspronk.com/2008/06/inner-landscapes-exhibition.html</link><author>art@petrusspronk.com (Petrus Spronk)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227097944180015620.post-758125702741428255</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Jun 2008 04:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-23T15:05:42.828+10:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Artwork</category><title>Old Website</title><description>Dear Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am working on a new online concept - this blog. My old site is still available for viewing at &lt;a href="http://www.petrusspronk.com"&gt;www.petrusspronk.com/cms&lt;/a&gt; for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my contact details remain the same at &lt;a href="mailto:art@petrusspronk.com"&gt;art@petrusspronk.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You&lt;br /&gt;Petrus</description><link>http://www.petrusspronk.com/2008/06/old-website.html</link><author>art@petrusspronk.com (Petrus Spronk)</author></item></channel></rss>