Gospel A deaf-mute, he speaks in prayers scribbled on cardboard, psalms tattooed on dirty skin. I feel the ribs of this starving city shifting under my feet, jackhammers drawing the blood of saints from

Haiku Chain (03/08/2020) a teacup falls and breaks in seven shards ― a week of drought seven tears fall like autumn leaves ― the wind weeps a film of dust on your lips ― deathlike silence Jaundré van Breda

This digital painting was done with Microsoft Paint. Many people underestimate Paint and don't realize what it can do. Digital art is a new venture of mine. I'm loving it. I hope you like this.

I created this digital artwork using Microsoft Paint. I know it's not as great as Adobe or Photoshop, but it's simple to use. This was for a contest on freelancer.com. Unfortunately it wasn't accepted.

I love haiku. In fact, I'm reading a book about it titled How to Haiku by Bruce Ross. Here is a modern haiku I wrote: sun sets behind a lonesome hill - owl raises its head

Jack in a Box Last year around this time I attended the funeral of a friend. His name was Jack and he was a circus performer. The children don’t like you they said. You’re too sad to be a clown. Sadly

The Waitress Her eyes spill over me, under me and through me. She leaves me in the corner of the restaurant with a menu. Then it comes: What can I get you? Nothing. And to drown in? I’ll have a glass of

B3auty by Numb3rs 2020 Pen on paper Jaundré van Breda This is only my second blue ballpoint pen drawing on A3 200gsm paper. I think it blends in nicely with the white background. I added some mathematics

What I Would Give… To drown in the last song lingering on your lips. To burn in the sun setting in your eyes. To remember how life announced your arrival with a scream and shattered my eyes into a thousand

Third Eye 2020 Pen on paper Jaundré van Breda This is part of a series of drawings I've been working on. I hope to create many more of these. Maybe even a painting or two. Here I used gel- and ballpoint

She Is Here, She Is Gone She is the dust longing to be washed away and the rain that comes too late. She is the coldest season and like a soundless song she is here but she is gone. Jaundré van Breda ©

Bitter Honey A flower wilts in my eyes like a frail dream. I touch something vulnerable, something with a pulse. I touch something and it becomes cold and gray. The bird’s song is hushed by the wind, and

Michael 2020 Pen on paper Jaundré van Breda I like to draw these scribble drawings every now and again. I think it's a great way to loosen up the hand as well. These drawings have texture and character.

Heya. Greetings from South Africa. Here are three pen drawings I sold recently. The first drawing is a new commission the client requested. The other two are drawings I had in my collection. All of these

Lucky Love she said. Love came as natural as a drink to the drunk. But hate she said. Hate followed like a hangover. You hate me? I asked. Yes she said. You're lucky I said. You're lucky to still feel

Gender? 2020 Mixed media Jaundré van Breda Gender? is a mixed media drawing composed on A3 paper. I used gel- and ballpoint pen as well as a permanent marker. The title speaks for itself. The message is

"Today the sky bears the rain of a thousand funerals. Grave upon grave, our children will inherit our bones." Our Children Will Inherit Our Bones (2019) by Jaundré van Breda is a small collection

Multiple Personality Disorder 2020 Pen on paper Jaundré van Breda I've been interested in mental illness for a considerable time. It's maybe because I'm diagnosed with OCD myself. Anyway, here's a new

South of Here I desire the things which will destroy me in the end. -Sylvia Plath Two young boys playing hide-and-seek discovered her body in the wintery woods south of here, bare as the limbs of the tree

Here I present to you my 2nd painting of 2020. It's basically an abstract waterscape. I used black, white, red and blue acrylic paint on stretched canvas. This painting consists of mostly vertical