My recycled plastic water bottle butterflies on canvas artwork ‘Rhenosterveld’ can be viewed at the ‘Coming Home’ exhibition at the Imibala Gallery in Graaff-Reinet. Clear and cold after the storms for my run up Welbedacht hill. I certainly need calf compression socks to ease into the cooler weather. The wonder of a fire, with baked Brie in its ceramic container, before slow roasted lamb, served
Kite Runner Oil on canvas 60cmx50cm From my Afghanistan Series Pallet knife scraping away the mush of paint, as I wrestle with the portrait on the easel. Slowly evolving out of my incompetence. Shaking hands adding their own complexity to the painting.Kind of heading to the geriatric FKT’s on our usual running and cycling routes. Relieved that limb, or mechanical breakdown, are balanced by the joy
J9 afternoon. Salmon, crunchy Asian salad, fried capers and crustless tomato tart. Fabulous wines, with the Delair Graff Cab Franc Rose in the sunshine, special. Although, the last touch of Raats Cab Franc was deliciousness. My portrait painting. Agonizing. Proportions not working. The idea of the painting. In my head. Bogged down. In detail. Rather than fluid strokes of, perhaps. Different. Endless possibilities.
A New Day Oil on canvas 60cmx30cm Ferrario ‘Indigo’ No. 453, from my magic box of paints for the portait painting that’s on the easel in the studio. Blocking in the huge bits of the canvas and seeing how to simplify, yet bring in the uniqueness of the artist. Ride over the Brenton hills. My mountain bike making increasingly alarming noises. A host of