Oxtail perfection only possible with Terry's three day stock, and Kirsten ensuring bubbles were plentiful. The fire necessary on a blustery evening at the cottage. Around Stellenbosch are sculptures of people sitting on benches. Part of the 'Kom Sit' street art installation connecting people. I used the installation, together with one of the street men who roam around the city for my
Oil on Canvas 60cmx40cm Around Stellenbosch are sculptures of people sitting on benches. Part of the 'Kom Sit' street art installation connecting people. I used the installation, together with one of the street men who roam around the city for my painting, 'Kom Sit'. The inclusive, connecting people of the couple in the installation reinforcing the superficial nature of racial integration, with the black figure only
'Confusion', oil on canvas. Under painting for a painting of the gardens at Rustenberg. A smear of colour that seems to hold its own. And now??? Beach, sun, and the grizzled collection of locals drinking drafts first thing in the morning. A sound decision on their part as the coffee was awful! Polly waded in the the ripples of low tide, the colours of
Grey skies over the vineyards, clearing as we drove over the mountains to see Dad and Mary. Their new Prado very impressive, ready for the safari to Kariba. Watching the mini-bus taxi stopping at a random spot, before rejoining the traffic in wild abandon, reminded me of Eddie's observation of the taxi services in Juba Town. Which could be considered as perfect Customer Satisfaction.
Oil on Canvas 100cmx50cm Mountains of presence and strength. Fields of Van Gogh yellow. Cypress trees of Tuscany. Painting of the view out to the Stellenbosch mountains from Clos Malverne. A large amount of paint made its way onto my shirt, as I moved the canvas around the easel to work more easily on parts. The challenge to maintain simplicity, capture the serenity of
An Artists Garden. The vineyards. Jasmine hedonistic, as we watch the sun through the trees. Bubbles, red wine and Simon&Garfunkel while Polly rolls in the grass. Sunset shadows through the trees. Gurgling fountain. Felecia adding spots of blue. The sun easing its way into a new day. Francolins and Guineafowl, broken voiced, discordant raucous. A quick catch-up with George before we were dragged kicking