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December 2014
  -  2014

Owl hooting at first light. Sunrise walk in the vineyard. My painting not playing nicely. Canvas size a bother. Composition problematic. Head all over the place. Cottage full of people as the holidays start. The easy familiarity of long standing friendships where we laugh more. Three hour, slow roasted pork belly in the weber grill worked perfectly. Didn't manage the overnight salting that was recommended.

My painting 'Forgotten', of a women in the Konya-Konya market of Juba won an Honourable Mention at the 2014 London International Creative Art Competition, in the category for Professional Artists. This follows awards in 2011 (Beach Kanga) and 2009 (Baby You Can Drive my Car). The original painting has been sold, however limited edition, signed prints on canvas are available at $500.00 each.

Trees, dusted with the pink and red eucalyptus flowers. Yellow-orcha, stone filed earth, shimmering in the heat of summer. Farm dam, relief in which children play with the freedom of summer holidays. The summer menu at Clos Malverne intriguing. Litchi, wrapped in ostrich and stuffed with gorgonzola. Overshadowed by the simple salmon with avo that was sensational. Succulent venison, delicately supported by the cranberry

Anticipated craziness as South Sudan moves towards the first year anniversary of its crisis forcing travel changes. Fortunately I could get flights! On the Way Home, a painting from a photo by Elke taken on the sand road that leads to UN House. Taxi, at speed, against an orange, dust filled sky. The multistory building, incomplete and open to the sky, a glimmer of

Red skies at first light, with the call of a coucal on my jog. An extra loop tagged onto my long route, to take me back past the pond where water lilies are flowering. Singing and drumming from the PoC. The background thump of a donkey generator. Very special. Even after another twenty hour day. At the traffics lights, which continue to cause traffic

Oil on Canvas 60cmx50cm A painting of rural South Sudan, Eastern Equitoria countryside, reminiscent of a Thomas Baines landscape. Using the amazing skies over Juba to create the movement his paintings are known for, as well as colours that mimic his palette to communicate the harshness of the light over Africa. Prussian blue, Venetian red, crimson, emerald green and chrome yellow. “I only wish

The sounds of the call to prayer floating on the breeze. A bunch of missions from HQ in Juba Town, and my house looks like a refugee camp again, with the washing machine and bathroom coordination the biggest challenge. Good to have their energy and expertise available at this time of change. My body is shedding water as it tries to cool down after

Dew drops glistening in the morning sunshine. First rays of sunshine waking the silent forest. Flowers of gold. Rivers of silver foliage. Above Simola, the contour path allows for easy walking, restricted by our unfamiliarity of the routes and legs unaccustomed to the hills. Alongside the Old Cape Road, tin houses merge into the forest. Infused by the shadows of elephants. Paintings waiting. Breakfast at

Evening, still hot in Juba Town, after a sweltering day. Generators, gasping for breath in the heat, buckling under the additional aircon demands. And, summer isn't even here yet! The full moon, ducking out from behind clouds forming into thunderheads. Before they loose interest and whither into puffs of candy floss. The hill behind UN House, wreathed in smoke from a dozen fires,