Theater called which required moving away from the vineyards and being out in the dark. Did our best to go in disguise to confuse the monsters lurking on the fringes of the Platteland. Socks, shoes and jacket meant that I was almost unrecognisable.
The production of MacBeth, adapted into Afrikaans, left us drained and exhilarated. The tension created through the play, particularly the last quarter, with the building of a tower of crystal wine glasses, mesmerizing.
Its a cool start to what promises to be a warm late summers day in the vineyards. Already there is that hint of autumn from the mountains, and the leaves on the grapevine are starting to turn red and litter the patio.
Roads around the vineyards still full of tractors taking the harvest to the wineries. I wanted to show the harvest in my painting, within the context of the enormity of the task facing the pickers. Using the turning of the vines to add focus to the large canvas. I needed to tie the easel down in the courtyard studio as the buffeting wind threatened to turn it over.
A day pottering around Stellies with Edith. Frequent chatting stops for coffee or a break from the sun. Sushi dinner under an ultramarine sky, the town bursting with life and energy. Polly happy to hide under her protea bushes for the day. A charcoal illustration, Morning Coffee, of Stellies.