June 2014
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Oil on Canvas 40cmx50cm Roses at the entrance pillar to the Malvira Estate in Canale, Piermont, Italy. A gentle painting, full of the heat of summer, a loose style to represent the languid life of Italy. Colours clean, the sharpness of the light.

Thatcher Oil on Canvas 60cmx30cm From the air, the world that surrounds Juba Town is a green mass, riven with sparkling waterways. Huts are clustered on spots of high ground. On my morning jog, the first without the bionic magic blue tape, I saw a black otter. Not surprising given the amount of water around the place after the rains. Stopping, it scrutinized my running

Attitude. Flavour. Colour. Attitude. Style. Fashion. Attitude. Italy. Within the first fifteen minutes of the four hour train journey to Turin, I had managed to cause and incident with two old Italian women (correct seats, wrong carriage), an Australian couple (correct seats, correct carriage. But they had been bumped from the earlier strike affected train). Knocked over my red wine so it splashed the

Listening to the unfamiliar sounds of the city waking, against a background of chirping birds. Street sweepers. Suitcase wheels bouncing over cobbles. Traffic. Hooters and the occasional voice raised in anger, or appreciation. Homeless occupying benches and doorways. Unexpected. People frozen in front of static electronic train schedules. Strike, causing mayhem and anxiety. Fields of gold and green, with the occasional burst of colour

The roads in Juba Town are a muddy mess after the rain of the past week. Children and dogs thriving in the slush. Malaria now a terror. Another new deal between the leaders of the warring factions will hopefully bring an end to the fighting. Staff now at heightened risk by unpaid, defecting, soldiers. At the school, near the office, the soccer field is churned

On emerald grass, dusted with gold, stark ribs of garden sofas, squat beneath heavy skies, braced for winter. Maison, for their season ending lunch. Probably a tad too much wine, well anticipated by Terry and Hesta with Nicholas driving us. An unexpected afternoon of sunshine, demanded a braai. My lack of practice evident in a fire that was too cold to give any colour