Tummy Roll Oil on Canvas 76cmx102cm My cycle was a tad adventurous with baboons all over the red-bridge. A few moved out the way, while the rest seemed content to watch me pass below where they were sitting on the top of the structure, and even those on the side seemed nonplussed. Think my time along the single-track was a personal best! Heading up towards
Terry on her way to France to see Aly and Eugene. Super-moon high tide causing havoc with the nesting oyster catches. Isolated as the storm tossed waves swamp their nests perched on tufts of reeds. Jog after a day of storms meant that I had plenty of puddles to stomp through. The magic blue tape making a reappearance as my Achilles is a tad unhappy.
Ile de pain open after a year of renovations. A minimalist, open space, with quirky touches that oozes quality, the essence of the artisanal bread and service. ‘What Could Have Been’, portrait of a homeless women. Perhaps a fitting title on the eve of the American election that is reverberating around the planet??. Her gentleness, and beauty shinning through the hardships of her life. A
Oil on canvas 76cmx102cm Portrait of a homeless women in Knysna. Perhaps a fitting title on the eve of the American election that is reverberating around the planet??. Her gentleness, and beauty shinning through the hardships of her life. A glimpse of what could have been. In a different world. Based the portrait on Bertha Morisot's work that she did on brown paper. Naples yellow, and raw
It's been a long time since I was in a kayak and it showed as we fell out almost immediately. However, we managed the paddle around to the yacht club without further mishap, despite the water chop and power boat wakes. Fun ahead. Curiosity, settling into some form of understanding. Appreciation of incredible amount of work taken to generate the volume, and complexity of
Oil on canvas 122cmx41cm Streaks of colour, an abstract expression (Action Painting) of quickly rendered gestures, capturing the essence of emotion, painted directly from the paint-tube onto a horizontal canvas on the studio floor. The bending over playing hell with my back! Being less than comfortable at what I was doing, and even less sure as to the result, I used paint that was still lying in my