Diary of an Adventure

Harbour Town Adventures

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 Phantom, there was a bang from the back wheel. I thought I had hit something, however it was a broken spoke. Slow ride back to Bespoked.

Yacht Club seemed like a good spot to watch the sunset and get something to eat. It was beautiful, if somewhat noisier than I expected. The reflections in the water, magical.

Stopped messing about with the portrait of the young dancer. The bottom part of the painting a tad bothersome. An artist from Canada stopped past the studio to watch me work. He suggested that I should try using ‘stand-oil’ over my completed portraits to bring increased focused to the area of the face.

With the weather closing in I moved paintings about the place, bringing out a different collection. Not sure why so much blood should have been involved!

Short jog along the cobbled path before heading to Hugh and Clare for dinner. My Achilles still a tad sensitive after the long run on Monday. No magic blue tape needed though.

Their menu, from the Spring Taste magazine, delicious. A tuna and avo, ‘kikkoman poke bowl’, main course after a artichoke-and-olive bake starter (Hugh’s work), served with an unusual Sauvignon Blanc from Fryers Cove. Excellent. Grilled halloumi and tomato salad with blueberries squeezed in after the starter. Strawberry butter biscuits with that last glass of wine before rushing to get through the curfew gate.

img_3252Donations at the Tuesday movies raised R1,675.00 for KAWS.

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Diary of an Adventure

Harbour Town Adventures

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. Perhaps a result of my ladder antics as I sort the light string in the trees of the parking area?
‘Belly Roll’, a portrait of a child at ‘Wit-lokasie’. One of the girls in the dancing troop at Melvin’s restaurant. Vibrant colours jumping from the canvas. Purple madder (Ferrario 38) one of the colours from my magic box is finished, which is a bother. Fortunate I still have Monaco Madder (Ferrario No.41) that I’m using for the dark areas of the portrait.
Drunken stagger from the water with the surf ski catching the wind that seemed to intensify with each step.
Wilderness for the night to catch up with Lesa and Alan. Rain lifting long enough to sit out and watch the sunset with a bunch of red wine. A stop at the wine shop at Timber Lake. The Pinot from Boplaas a tad disappointing. The Alvi’s Drift Fusion, stunning.
Paintings packed and heading to their new homes.

Diary of an Adventure

Harbour Town Adventures

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 glimpse of what could have been. In a different world.
The magic blue tape off my leg as my Achilles seems to have settled down into the gentle jogging. Which I’m sure is more difficult at low tide! Phantom Pass still a tough, but enjoyable cycle. Will need to get braver and venture beyond my current circuit.
With David and Heather visiting, an opportunity to visit KKB for their ‘Cook and Look’ evening. A feta phyllo parcel and tasty Thai chicken soup with chunks of coconut and crunchy green beans to start the evening. A starter of gurnard, with a roast beef main course. The wines from The Goose estate unexpected and delicious.
Busy time in the studio with a couple of small paintings heading to their new homes in the U.K. and Finland.

Messing About with Paint

What Could Have Been

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 sienna, with a touch of burnt umber, as an underpainting to create the paper background, allowing the Naples yellow to dry before applying the raw sienna.
Diary of an Adventure

Harbour Town Adventures

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 the art on show. Frustration. All too traditional. Where was the ‘pokemon’ and computer game world in which this generation exit?
The Boat Shed finally awaking after being damaged in the fire last year. First visit to the Lofts Boutique Hotel, a light space opening through to the water. A relaxing space, eclectically furnished, with the anticipated vibrancy of Ile de Pain nearing readiness. Already we have been able to sample the new kitchens products as the staff bring around baskets of weight gaining scruptiousness.
Eye1.JPGOn the easel, a portrait of a homeless women. Uncomfortable at having her picture taken, doing her best to disappear into the background. I based the portrait on Bertha Morisot’s work that she did on brown paper. Naples yellow, and raw sienna, with a touch of burnt umber, as an underpainting to create the paper background, allowing the Naples yellow to dry before applying the raw sienna.
Waters of the estuary busy with the arrival of the summer yachts. The launch of a new Knysna 500 catamaran bringing the Harbour to a standstill.
Sheets streaked with blood. Somehow I managed to create a hole in my elbow during the night. Dangerous person am I.
Luxembourg.jpgLuxembourg 2016 Art Prize, Selection Committee’s response
“A remarkable artistic approach with great sensitivity. We sense a very strong creative instinct in you and an empirically-oriented approach. Try to intellectualise further what you feel.”
Messing About with Paint

Colour Madness

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 ‘magic box’. Struggling to keep the colours clean and not to control the abstract approach.

The unusual technique entertaining those who passed the studio.