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Tall ornate Tazza with plums by Jos Kivits.

Since my brains first started to process what was going on around me, possibly a few years ago 🙂 I started to draw flowers as I was laying in bed recovering of what ever child’s disease I was suffering from. To my mothers delight it was shown to visitors, aunties and grandmothers, and a great fuss how talented her son was poisoning my memory for life. When years later I mentioned I wanted to be an artist this fuss was turned into a shriek of horror. Artists, she said, are all perverts and die poor, possibly of social diseases ( she was a staunched Catholic). Not long after that I came home and told my parents I was going to join the monks of the Franciscan order, and I was serious. Again the dreaded shrieks were heard, now from both parents and also a little louder. When I became an artist, only my father was on my side but mother hoped and prayed I would not become a pervert with a social disease. That is my story why I was inspired to paint realism, and this particular painting is a memory date stamp to those events aforementioned.

Tall ornate Tazza with plums

Jos Kivits

AUD$12,000
Size: 61w x 76h x 1d cms
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Oil colour pigments in old master medium on gesso prepared marine-ply panel

Framed in light weight resin double frame

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Tall ornate Tazza with plums by Jos Kivits.

Since my brains first started to process what was going on around me, possibly a few years ago 🙂 I started to draw flowers as I was laying in bed recovering of what ever child’s disease I was suffering from. To my mothers delight it was shown to visitors, aunties and grandmothers, and a great fuss how talented her son was poisoning my memory for life. When years later I mentioned I wanted to be an artist this fuss was turned into a shriek of horror. Artists, she said, are all perverts and die poor, possibly of social diseases ( she was a staunched Catholic). Not long after that I came home and told my parents I was going to join the monks of the Franciscan order, and I was serious. Again the dreaded shrieks were heard, now from both parents and also a little louder. When I became an artist, only my father was on my side but mother hoped and prayed I would not become a pervert with a social disease. That is my story why I was inspired to paint realism, and this particular painting is a memory date stamp to those events aforementioned.

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