Messing About with Paint

Beach Party

Oil on Canvas 20cmx20cm

School is over, and kids celebrate on the beach at Leisure Island. Carefree.
The first of The Beach Series??

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Leisure Island Adventures

Candle light. Dancing flames. Window reflections. Mirror smooth waters. Wine glasses, full of mystery. Taste miraculously altered with food combinations. Alchemy under star filled skies. Moon edged against ultramarine blue skies. Morning mist, soothing wine monsters.

The restaurant at the Turbine did a fabulous meal, paired with wines selected with a magicians art. While the lamb was disappointing, and the beef cheeks cried out for one of Terry’s 3-day stock’s, the food was tasty and rewarding, on a cold evening in Knysna. The highlight, the tomato and red pepper soup, paired with a Sauvignon Blanc. A combination, smiled on by the Gods. 
On the easel. Lines of fire in my painting Jesters Hat. Inspired by curved aloe leaves, and primary coloured flowers.
Polly tangled in Jesus thorn bush. Vicious spikes ensnaring her in a prison of fear. Fortunately, she kept calm until she could be cut from the bush. The T-bone streak bone easing her bruised ego.
Glazed doughnut look. Head full of cold. Not my best.
Calm morning, coucal’s calling out their warning of the bad weather coming our way. Winds roaring their wrath, before calm again settles across the lagoon.
At the apartment, the roof over the patio has gone. The foundations for the new garage section are done and we continue the finalization of tiles and other bathroom bits. 

Messing About with Paint

Jesters Hat

Oil on Canvas 40cmx50cm

Lines of fire in my painting, inspired by curved aloe leaves, and primary coloured flowers. 

Cerulean Blue and Chrome Oxide (Richardson Shiva), with Venice Red and Ultramarine Blue (Lucas 1862) mixed for the grey in the background. Indian yellow deep, and Chrome Yellow (Windsor and Newton Artist), with Red light and Permanent Red Orange (Maimerie) for the flowers. Cadmium Yellow Light, Cobalt Blue Utrecht) and Permanent Magenta the other colours used in the painting.

  

Messing About with Paint

East Head Path

Oil on Canvas 91cmx122cm

A series of vertical lines falling down the large canvas in a drunken stagger. An article on Colour and Composition, notes that horizontal lines suggest peace and tranquility, while vertical lines inflect the painting with strength, courage and authority. The diagonal line of the pathway adding depth, reinforced by the yellow flowers.
The flowers within the forest walks have been a revelation. A profusion of red-orange aloes. Random purple and yellow blossoms, against a cascade of blue-grey foliage. Mineral Violet Light and Deep (Van Dyk No. 46 and 47) for the flower, together with an almost turquisegreen, Veronese Green (Van Dyk 67), from my magic box of paints.
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Leisure Island Adventures

Bicycles, mud and stories. Battle weary warriors of the Forests. Shining eyes. Shaking hands. Stories. Fading light. Railway line leading the last competitor home. Late nights in the cycle shops. Bicycles made ready for another day. Cuts. Bruises. Smiles. Garden Route 200. As a spectator only!

My painting of the Forest. A series of vertical lines falling down the large canvas in a drunken stagger. An article on Colour and Composition, notes that horizontal lines suggest peace and tranquility, while vertical lines inflect the painting with strength, courage and authority. The diagonal line of the pathway adding depth, reinforced by the yellow flowers.
The flowers within the forest walks have been a revelation. A profusion of red-orange aloes. Random purple and yellow blossoms, against a cascade of blue-grey foliage. Mineral Violet Light and Deep (Van Dyk No. 46 and 47) for the flower, together with an almost turquisegreen, Veronese Green (Van Dyk 67), from my magic box of paints. 
Cupboards changed. Lights ordered. Shower bits sorted. A breath, before the builders start to tear the apartment apart. Trees down to make way for the garage. Paving removed and a protective screen erected around the building site. Not the happiest of characters, our tenant, after being given notice that we will not renew the studio lease at the end of September.
Surviving Picaso, an intriguing movie about the life of Pablo Picaso, and the women who made him. Very little about his painting, although the transition of a work from portrait into a flower was amazing. His ceramic work, unexpected.
Kingklip with butter-bean, tomato and pea fricassee, muscles and pine-nut lemon oil lunch at Oubaai. Tasteful and serene on a day full of rain.
Yellow morning skies, orange sunsets. Slowly unfolding surf. Gentle curves along the beach. Silhouettes and shadows. Mist rising from the lagoon. Sand and wet dog. Days merging.

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Spires of fire

Oil on canvas 20cmx20cm

The flowers within the forest walks have been a revelation, with a profusion of aloes, purple and yellow blossoms, against a cascade of blue-grey foliage. 

Mineral Violet Light and Deep (Van Dyk No. 46 and 47) for the flower, together with an almost turquisegreen, Veronese Green (Van Dyk 67), from my magic box of paints. 

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Leisure Island Adventures

Sun out, monstrous seas at the Heads. The challenge to paint seas that dance. Carefree, with wild abandon. Yet, restless. Full of power. Van Gogh’s ‘Seascape at Saintes-Maries’, an inspiration, as is the incredible abstract painting by Turner, ‘Storm at Sea’.

Sunshine on the balcony of the apartment making for perfect afternoons where the wine evaporates. Waters of the lagoon, an inviting mirror smooth surface on which to paddle.
Dark evening. Power out. Sky full of stars. The moon starting to make an appearance. Chilly outside it is! Not that there is anything to complain about, after a sunshine filled day, with hardly a murmur of wind, which enabled us to enjoy sundowners on the terrace of the apartment. The builders haven’t started to break the place up, which is all good as we refine our thoughts on what we want. Discard more of the superfluous, that seems traditional, rather than functional.
Quotation in from the builder for the alterations. Breathtakingly large numbers. More than hoped for. What, given the complexity, was expected. Time for a bottle, or two, of wine, before a dinner of Terry’s Boef Bourguignon.
Dad and Mary visiting for a few days in Wilderness. The chance to stop and look out over the sea, rather than our normal habit of dashing past.

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The Sea

Oil on Canvas 50cmx40cm

The challenge to paint seas that dance. Carefree, with wild abandon. Yet, restless. Full of power. Spray from the pounding waves, caught in the rainbow hues of morning sunlight.

 Van Gogh’s ‘Seascape at Saintes-Maries’, an inspiration, as is the incredible abstract painting by Turner, ‘Storm at Sea’.

The essence of crating an abstract painting still a mystery to me, but I think by focusing on the first key elements, I have something I can work from. 

Perhaps, I have still gone too far?

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Leisure Island Adventure

Wet for my jog to the view point. Calves screaming up the gradient. Wounded buffalo breathing scaring the tourists.

Polly up for her walk. Dark and grey. Surf pounding, although that could be from the last ‘meaningful glass’ of wine after Coreta’s dinner.
Paints sluggish in the cooler weather. Working through my stock of paint tubes, there are a few that have the consistency of porridge, which is great for impasto, but difficult to keep the colours clean as they smear into each other.
When we pass the lagoon on our way in and out of town, a rowing boat used by fisherman catches our attention. It’s position continually changing with tide, and use. ‘Reflections’, a painting of the rowing boat reflected in mirror smooth waters. 
I used the figure of 8, lying on its side, technique to get the proportions of the boat correct. It’s a simple way if ensuring that the curves, and proportions work effortlessly together.

  

Pouring rain, smoking fire. Champagne, and excellent red wine to celebrate the next phase of our lives, looking out at the yachts anchored outside the apartment. Tenants have moved out and we begin the renovations. A gazillion decisions on where to route pipes, how to affect the open ceiling, while minimizing the need for major construction. Making allowances for the unknown as we don’t know what summer will be like, where the winds will drive from, and the impact this has on an open loft area. The electrical distribution box disappointingly positioned so as to necessitate a review of where cupboards were planned to go. 
That moment, balanced on a slippery wooden beam, with a mud bath on either side of the narrow plank, when you wonder if speed is better than caution? I didn’t fall off the beam, which in its own way was amazing. As was the view to the distant mountains shrouded in the storms that had filled the night with thunder. 
This, our visit to the sawmill, to look at wooden flooring samples for the apartment. Imported exotics, or local wood that may not be the perfect colour, but are sensitive to the environment. Creates jobs, and perhaps negligible in the scheme of wars, famine and FIFA, uniquely ours.
Reflections, a small painting in reds and yellows, that reminds me of the quilt I had made by the remarkable people at Kalahari Quilts in Gaborone.