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August 2016
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Restlessness stirs. Sea siren, driven on the silhouette of a wooden cutter that sailed through the sunset. Carefree child, and her dog. Oblivious to the world outside her paddle board. Adventure beckons. Terry improving slowly. Stubbornly high blood pressure still a worry. The key, not trying to do too much. In my painting, elephants in the forest at Hoekwill Forest Station. Colours of tree lichen,

Oil on Canvas 67cmx102cm Structured on the Fibonacci spiral to give the portrait its focal point, and to cocoon the portrait. An ethereal protection of the priest, whose soul has been ravaged by war. His Indian heritage gave direction for the colouring used in the painting, with a subtle yellow undertone, contrasted with black hair, and beard. Red from the fires of burning ships, and

Terry in hospital with viral encephalitis on lots of pain meds. Days revolving around visiting hours, medication and daily chores squeezed between fragments of time in the studio. Lights across the lagoon. Windows spattered with rain. Red glow of the fire. Lemon grass scent. Meals, being my responsibility, dominated by the braai fire. Grilled avo, with salmon and lime under blue skies. Simple. Brilliant.  My knife

  Stanford is a pretty village that consists of a few blocks of unpaved roads around the cricket oval, bounded by the river and the national coast road. Many of the Victorian houses have been refurbished into designer weekend cottages. Amongst which, are the unkept like poor relations, or those who clinging to 'originality', like a moth-eaten sweater. A fire welcomed us out of the

Great strides made by Mum as she moved from ICU to the general ward and the out of hospital. A bit of a road ahead before she will be mobile. Small painting finished of an aloe with snow covered mountains. 'The Preacher', on the easel. A portrait in the 'Homeless of Knysna' series. Wracked by the monsters of war, he is one of the

Lots and lots and lots of wine with Craig and the other Forest Marathon survivors, on a spectacular day, made for one of Coreta's braai feasts. Managed a 8km walk without to much squeaking from my Achilles. Wine the secret??:)  I'm now the proud owner of a pair of funky running shorts. No chance of ever being missed again. A couple of small paintings finished,

Adrenalin infuses each breath of Knysna as the Oyster Festival kick starts. Overboard for 29 hours, and surviving (a talk by Brett Archibald), seemed to make our 2 hour cycle insignificant. Although my sensitive bum might not agree! Somewhere between, storms and sunshine. Pizza. Red wine and laughter. Glowing fires and freezing hands. Worlds collide. This one. Gentle.  Lights in the studio changed to LED

The forest run, not an option, as I hobble about the place with my Achilles a bother. The light in the picture of Tlotlo, reminiscent of a Rembrandt portrait. The composition gave me a tough time as it didn't seem to sit comfortably on the canvas. I changed the orientation of the painting to give the portrait more space to breath. It seemed appropriate to

Magic blue tape, and my calf resembling a hedgehog as the Physio does her best to sort my problematic Achilles.  For my painting of a vase of pink flowers and a sugar bowl, I wanted a loose, abstract feel to the painting. The flowers (NERINE bowdenii) are made up of spikes of starry delicate petals. A medium sized canvas (60x90cm) gave me room, without

Jardin du Carrousel Paris c1927 Oil on canvas 45cmx53cm Joseph Kleitsch was considered one of the premier painters in the early California School of Impressionism. Born in Deutsch St. Michael, Banat, Hungary on June 6, 1882, he began painting at the age of seven. After being awarded a scholarship by his village to study art, he continued his training in Budapest, Munich and