That 'broken wing' effect with the strain on my elbow from painting the large canvas, 'Colourful Story of Leaves', which is finished. Fortunately the client who expressed interest in the painting has decided to take it. I haven't been hugely successful at carrying out commissions, however this past year I have engaged much more proactively with the client during the painting process. After getting
My stomach a tad unhappy with something, made for a slowish jog to East Head. Managed the burger much more easily! On the easel, the ‘Colourful Story of Leaves’, a large 1,2x1,2 m canvas of the oak tree avenue at La Motte, in their spectacular autumn leaves. A cascade of gold, yellow and orange against blue skies. The crunch of leaves under my feet
Tendrils of smoke, the last gasp of the fires that have ensnared our emotions, or the portent of another night of terror. Helicopters operating in the last light of the day. Although the fires are burning further into the forests, there is enough smoke in the air to agitate eyes, forcing a route change to our morning jog. Paintings heading out to their new homes,
Crazy hot day made for a pleasant early cycle out to Buffalo Bay. The sunrise playing in the breaking waves. Legs hammered, straining over the hills. Clare managed to get a couple of photo's of young homeless women from the feeding scheme at Lourie Park Her 'dreads' keeping her hidden and private amongst the press of men looking to get food. Eyes, impossibly dark.
Seductive winter, well sort of, days. Knees that purplish tinge in my shorts, with the studio a tad cooler than being in the sun. ‘Brothers’, painting of the returning boys Odyssey team. A loose approach to the 'Impressionistic Smearing', building tension within the painting, keeping the details to a minimum to reinforce that these are boys in their formative years, as well as the