Overcast, with rain over the distant forests. The water stunningly still. Dragon trail of fire as the sun toyed with the blanket of cloud.
In between looking at a multitude of housing options (unaffordable, smelly, lousy, unsuitable, stunning) that took us to various parts of Knysna we had never been to, I managed to do a couple of illustrations of the remnants of old foresters cabins that lead into the forests.
Despite the occupants being a tad strange, with an assortment of aggressive dogs, there is a certain aura emanating from the run down tin structures.
Wild oysters the size of side plates that I was assured are stunning, looking out to the Heads and mulling over the possibilities if the offer for the Dry Mill apartment is accepted. Close enough to the studio, with water access for toys it will give us a base from which to follow the opportunities around the globe. On three levels, it has a Boutique Hotel room feel. A decorators dream.
Walk with Polly out at Buffels watching an incredible sunrise. The water a tad too chilly for a swim, and too early for the sun to be warm.
The Thirty Paintings in Thirty Days challenge has passed. I managed to actually do thirty one paintings and illustrations during the month, which I will assemble for viewing at the cottage when we are back. While demanding, it has highlighted what is possible.
Revised proposal submitted for home-based work submitted, with Craig’s wine cellar beckoning.