ANTON SMIT - LET THE SKY OPEN UP AND LET THE LIGHT COME IN - AUCTION - 16 MARCH 2026

“I saw the Spirit descending from heaven like a dove, and it abode (rested) upon him. ” 
– Anton Smit | John 1:32 

Fragmented beings Face to face We see ourselves in glass – dimly 
- Anton Smit 

a Sacrifice to speed deliberately constructed out of the past. The fine tissue of beautiful sorrow. 
Irrational – it is mad with it’s own loveliness hybrid, hesitant – entangled in herself. 
Living creature lying. mortal/guilty, but eternally beautiful. 

“Which of you by worrying can add one cubit to his stature? 
“So why do you worry about clothing? 
Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin; and yet I say to you that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. 
Now if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is, and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will He not much more clothe you, O you of little faith?” -Matthew 6:27-30 

It seemed some purer voice must speak before I dared to tread that garden loved of yore. 
That Eden lost unknown and found unsought. – Henry van Dyke 

You declare you see me dimly through a glass which will not shine, though I stand before you boldly, trim in rank and marking time. You do own to hear me faintly as a whisper out of range, while my drums beat out the message and the rhythms never change. – Maya Angelou 

Size: (H) 380 mm x (W) 800 mm x (D) 180 mm
Material: Resin with Steel Inserts

Come to me in my dreams, and then by day I shall be well again! 
For so the night will more than pay The hopeless longing of the day. 
– Matthew Arnold 

I nailed life down with my eyes, hostility of masks and men. The soul side-slipped into shadow 
– Roelien Smit 

Beauty in brokeness.
– Anton Smit

Cup your hands to draw up memory of the dead names dried grain again the forest: a charred cloud forehead branded by black light and a thousand lids pressed tightly on motionless eyeballs a tree and the air broken betrayed faith of empty shelters That other forest is for us is for you the dead also ask for fairy tales for a handful of herbs water of memories therefore by needles by rustling and faint threads of fragrances— no matter that a branch stops you a shadow leads you through winding passages— you will find and open our Ardennes Forest – Zbigniew Herbert 

The sentinel bird looks over my head
and invariable – the angel inhabits my soul …
The angel inhabits my soul.
– Anton Smit

”The immaculate universe of the bone,
imagination is reason in her most
exalted mood” – Anton Smit

Fragmented beings Face to face We see ourselves in glass – dimly 
- Anton Smit 

Praise is an urban angel protecting like bands of pure energy – Anton Smit

Collaboration: Anton Smit / Jander le Roux

Fragmented beings Face to face We see ourselves in glass – dimly.
- Anton Smit 

Hands wash each other”  and  “One good turn deserves another”

A line between empowered and defeat, of real honesty, and if you want, silence A moment of free-fall and enless ending ours, there to be chosen. 
– M Sallinger 

“I saw the Spirit descending from heaven like a dove, and it abode (rested) upon him. ” 
– Anton Smit  |  John 1:32

A line between empowered and defeat, of real honesty, and if you want, silence A moment of free-fall and enless ending ours, there to be chosen. 
– M Sallinger