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The Irony       While I was painting these people, of an era gone byI was carried away in the audible book of another ti...
16/04/2024

The Irony

While I was painting these people, of an era gone by
I was carried away in the audible book of another time.
A time where the elite could dine and wine.
But the unwanted were incarcerated.
Their fate undebated.
I was wondering how I would feel robbed of my hair,
No shoes not even a pair?
My heart sank as I listened to women not allowed underwear.
And every man and women with a uniform were a big scare.
Food dished out in grams per day.
Coffee, a cup of brown water, a taste you wish not to stay.
Cold, thirst and hunger the unquenchable companions.
Survival their plight, and happiness is an onion!
Ironically the people in the painting unaware.
Their cupboards full and bellies satisfied, not a care.
Unaware of who lied and who cried, they could not discern.
Let's heed history's lessons, for truths we must learn.
Avoiding mankind’s fury, let kindness be our guide.
In compassion and empathy, may our paths coincide.

The footsteps of VincentIn the footsteps of Vincent I tread,Amsterdam's allure fills my head.My favourite artist, his wo...
11/03/2024

The footsteps of Vincent
In the footsteps of Vincent I tread,
Amsterdam's allure fills my head.
My favourite artist, his world so bright,
Yet shadows lurked, deep in his plight.
The colourful realm of Van Gogh's art,
A mirror to his soul, a tender heart.
Amsterdam's hues, its quirky abodes,
Where boats of all sizes line the roads.
In this vibrant city, lives Vincent's ghost,
His presence felt, his spirit engrossed.
His paintings, a symphony of hue,
Brushstrokes we cherish, his mastery so true.
Like an addict yearning for the next high,
I long for Amsterdam, I can't deny.
For in its streets, I sense his grace,
A longing deep, I can't efface.
So if I could meet Vincent on the other side
I will book a lesson or two and to his rules I will abide.

It looks a lot like Christmas 2021SOLD and on it’s way to sunny South Africa!
10/02/2024

It looks a lot like Christmas 2021
SOLD and on it’s way to sunny South Africa!

07/02/2024

Thanks to everyone that took the time to vote for me. Unfortunately I wasn’t chosen, but let’s try next year again. Thanks again.

COULD THIS BE ME? (SOLD)A bundle of joy, all exclaimed,as I appeared stark naked from the womb,displaying with glory wha...
03/02/2024

COULD THIS BE ME? (SOLD)
A bundle of joy, all exclaimed,
as I appeared stark naked from the womb,
displaying with glory what I am.
I gaze at the winter tree, and it warms my heart.
As the moment of my birth, the tree reveals itself for what it is:
Naked and still, but not unkempt,
Mother Nature nurtures it, just as my mum nurtured me.
protecting me,
Mum was there, just as nature does for the tree.
A feeling of comfort arises.
I would not have been here today, if it weren’t for care and protection, that went on without my detection.
As I grew, like the Spring tree, I blossomed.
Cooing and admiration from others, filled the location.
Spring and the trees in full glory create energy,
filling the earth with adoration, bearing the fruit of love and life.
Then we witness the Autumn tree.
A realisation that the season has changed.
The leaves can't maintain their appearance even if they want to.
The beautiful facade of green diminishes into pretty yellows and oranges, falling down over time.
Then after many cycles through the years, I would also become the autumn tree.
The body would try its hardest,
but somehow won't maintain the pretty facade and the strength of my fame.
It will continue until I once again return to winter, and goes to sleep,a deep sleep,
sometimes to wake up once more, and sometimes not.
As the reflections of the trees, dance on the water,
my wish is that my seasons would dance in people’s hearts forever when I am gone.
The cycle of life is such a glorious gift;
Not to be wasted but to be enjoyed until the end.

COULD THIS BE ME? (SOLD) Commission to a happy customer. A bundle of joy, all exclaimed,as I appeared stark naked from t...
03/02/2024

COULD THIS BE ME? (SOLD) Commission to a happy customer.

A bundle of joy, all exclaimed,
as I appeared stark naked from the womb,
displaying with glory what I am.
I gaze at the winter tree, and it warms my heart.
As the moment of my birth, the tree reveals itself for what it is:
Naked and still, but not unkempt,
Mother Nature nurtures it, just as my mum nurtured me.
protecting me,
Mum was there, just as nature does for the tree.
A feeling of comfort arises.
I would not have been here today, if it weren’t for care and protection, that went on without my detection.
As I grew, like the Spring tree, I blossomed.
Cooing and admiration from others, filled the location.
Spring and the trees in full glory create energy,
filling the earth with adoration, bearing the fruit of love and life.
Then we witness the Autumn tree.
A realisation that the season has changed.
The leaves can't maintain their appearance even if they want to.
The beautiful facade of green diminishes into pretty yellows and oranges, falling down over time.
Then after many cycles through the years, I would also become the autumn tree.
The body would try its hardest,
but somehow won't maintain the pretty facade and the strength of my fame.
It will continue until I once again return to winter, and goes to sleep,a deep sleep,
sometimes to wake up once more, and sometimes not.
As the reflections of the trees, dance on the water,
my wish is that my seasons would dance in people’s hearts forever when I am gone.
The cycle of life is such a glorious gift;
Not to be wasted but to be enjoyed until the end.

Where Peace Rules      At the bottom of the mountainit is green and smells fresh.Clean air is definitely in excess.Every...
25/01/2024

Where Peace Rules
At the bottom of the mountain
it is green and smells fresh.
Clean air is definitely in excess.
Everyone loves to live here and the peace makes it the best.
Life is slow and food is plentiful.
Even the sheep looks presentable.
Waking up with the morning sun brings a feeling of fun.
Experiments for survival are sometimes the order of the day.
That even encourages us even more to stay.
How we love to live at he bottom of the mountain where life is simple and peace rules.

Where Peace RulesAt the bottom of the mountainit is green and smells fresh.Clean air is definitely in excess.Everyone lo...
25/01/2024

Where Peace Rules
At the bottom of the mountain
it is green and smells fresh.
Clean air is definitely in excess.
Everyone loves to live here and the peace makes it the best.
Life is slow and food is plentiful.
Even the sheep looks presentable.
Waking up with the morning sun brings a feeling of fun.
Experiments for survival are sometimes the order of the day.
That even encourages us even more to stay.
How we love to live at he bottom of the mountain where life is simple and peace rules.

Colour my WorldLayer on layer the paint went onMaking the grey go awayBlue and flowery huesAnd so the lovely town grew. ...
22/01/2024

Colour my World
Layer on layer the paint went on
Making the grey go away
Blue and flowery hues
And so the lovely town grew.
White houses a touch of delight.
As it stands out at night.
Colour brings happiness to it’s inhabitants
A place without fuss and rants

So happy that my painting was chosen from 98 entries. Please vote for me on The Singulart page. https://www.singulart.co...
20/01/2024

So happy that my painting was chosen from 98 entries.
Please vote for me on The Singulart page.
https://www.singulart.com/en/collection/pops-of-joy-7313?campaign_id=1059

https://www.singulart.com/en/artist/suzette-datema-10641

As we bid farewell to the past year and welcome the new one, there may arise a sense of uncertainty, but also of high aspirations and joy. As Charles Dickens wrote in Great Expectations, “The success is not mine, the failure is not mine, but the two together make me.” Every year comprises both s...

The Joy of Arts Tarts and Notes in London.        .    Bridge.                A lovely colourful painting created with c...
20/01/2024

The Joy of Arts Tarts and Notes in London. . Bridge. A lovely colourful painting created with charcoal layers of Acrylic paint and acrylic pens.
This painting took
hours and hours to complete with taking care and attention to detail. I had the feeling of joy and happiness while setting myself this major challenge.
Thanks for watching my art and hope I convey the same happiness I had in creating this piece. . Much appreciated.
This painting will be shipped carefully rolled up in a sturdy tube.

The Joy of Arts  Tarts and Notes in LondonThis was a marathon painting which I started in the begining of December and c...
14/01/2024

The Joy of Arts Tarts and Notes in London
This was a marathon painting which I started in the begining of December and completed today for a competition. The detail to do was just crazy but I loved every moment. I still have to write the story of this painting so watch this space

09/01/2024
The Gift of Life SOLD
09/01/2024

The Gift of Life SOLD

09/01/2024
09/01/2024



Sold!
05/01/2024

Sold!

Sold!
05/01/2024

Sold!

The seasons of Life
08/12/2023

The seasons of Life

The Seasons of Life
08/12/2023

The Seasons of Life

  60cm x 20 cm        £75The Gift of Life I threw some paint on the canvas and let it run its way.Out jumped an array of...
08/12/2023

60cm x 20 cm £75

The Gift of Life

I threw some paint on the canvas and let it run its way.
Out jumped an array of colorful lines—a train map of London, I thought.
As I stared, I could see shapes of people on a train.
Some were small, and some were tall.
With my paintbrush, I dressed them appropriately, and there we went.
Where were they traveling to?
Shopping or work?
Theatre or sightseeing?
So much to see, so much to do.
How I love to watch people on a train.
Sometimes you see sad faces and expressionless faces.
And then sometimes a couple, or two, staring at each other with love in their eyes.
Old people visibly comfortable with each other,
Young ones sharing a joke.

On the journey of life, one of the above can certainly be attached to each one of us.
How great it is to have the gift of life.

Seasons of Life (SOLD)Life is a bit like seasons, you know? Sometimes we're like trees in winter, dealing with pain, con...
05/12/2023

Seasons of Life (SOLD)

Life is a bit like seasons, you know? Sometimes we're like trees in winter, dealing with pain, confusion, and heartache as we struggle with our inner self. It lingers, bites, eases up, and makes a comeback. But, give it some time, and pain and heartache take a back seat, confusion gives way to clarity. Life bounces back, and suddenly, you're seeing and feeling colours again. You can smell life, feel alive, and hope becomes part of your being. It's like spring has exploded in every inch of your body. How awesome is that?
Then, boom! It's summer. Your body craves the warmth, comfort, and just cruising through life without a care. You feel complete, at peace. Life's no longer this doom-and-gloom forecast.
Now, onto the next chapter – autumn. Time to take stock, reflect on what you've got, and look ahead. Whatever life throws at you, you're ready. You've aced all the seasons, right?
Life and time are these incredible gifts. So, you out there, enjoy every season that comes your way!

17/11/2023
Commission all done. Dad and Junior Oils on canvas.
30/10/2023

Commission all done.
Dad and Junior
Oils on canvas.

The Cool CatsWe, the coolest cats of high renown. We strut all over town.How can we ever be down?We leap with boundless ...
15/10/2023

The Cool Cats

We, the coolest cats of high renown.
We strut all over town.
How can we ever be down?
We leap with boundless glee, our moves so sly and for everyone to see.
In the world of feline fancy, we're the truest joy.
Soon we smell a grand delight, a fishy feast in sight.
As cats, we've got it figured out, no need to take a flight.
We purr and munch, it's quite a lunch,
Life with no ballyhoo.
That is what we do.
Egocentric? Well, maybe a smidge, but charming through and through!
Daytime, in the sun's warm hug, we doze and softly snore.
At night we have our starry rendezvous, as we slip through our moonlit doors.
Our landlords and landladies are in dreamland.
From them there is no command.
We are the coolest of cool cats.
We rule the town and scare every rat.
Wx 60 x L120 x H x3

10/10/2023

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I love my catsThe Cool CatsWe, the coolest cats of high renown. We strut all over town.How can we ever be down?We leap w...
29/09/2023

I love my cats

The Cool Cats

We, the coolest cats of high renown.
We strut all over town.
How can we ever be down?
We leap with boundless glee, our moves so sly and for everyone to see.
In the world of feline fancy, we're the truest joy.
Soon we smell a grand delight, a fishy feast in sight.
As cats, we've got it figured out, no need to take a flight.
We purr and munch, it's quite a lunch,
Life with no ballyhoo.
That is what we do.
Egocentric? Well, maybe a smidge, but charming through and through!
Daytime, in the sun's warm hug, we doze and softly snore.
At night we have our starry rendezvous, as we slip through our moonlit doors.
Our landlords and landladies are in dreamland.
From them there are no command.
We are the coolest of cool cats.
We rule the town and scare every rat.
Wx 60 x L120 x H x3

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Suzette Datema. Her work has been described as "quintessentially charming" and draws upon the imagined imagery of the Britain of yesteryear.

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