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Diary of an Adventure
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'Unicorn 2’ Oil on canvas 1,5mx1,5m A few tweaks, and a couple of significant changes to the composition of the Rhino. I decided to leave the tempestuous background, with its rough texture alone, as a contrast the smoother dust in the foreground. Grateful for the collector who commissioned the painting. Loved the opportunity to work at that scale. I. Remarkably, no blood! Hugh walked my bike out to

Great live music, seafood platter, a free glass of wine in the sunshine at Dry Dock. Incredible value. A couple of rapid runs that were probably not the most sensible given my Achilles weakness. Still, it was great to be out in the beautiful winter sunshine. Long stints in the studio on the rhino commission taking its toll on hands and elbows. Something magical as

A dunking in the estuary, on a beautiful autumn evening, not the greatest thing to do to your iPhone. There was, one of those moments, where I had one leg caught on the boat while one tried valiantly to find solid ground. Failed dismally. Studio after the holiday. A bunch of admin sorted. A bit of blood on a shin that lost a bunch

Our time here as suddenly come to an end. Days governed by endless beach walks, and the mesmerising movement of the sea outside the window. With the arrival of the storm front, the water of the huge seas is dark and threatening. Gone are the gentle turquoise blue swells. The wild weather an opportunity to indulge in the heady aromas of citrus, cloves, red

Thrilled that portrait of Peter ‘Come-Along’ received an Honorable Mention at the 2018 London International Creative Awards, the Professional Painting Category. This to go with its Special Merit Award for Outstanding Art from the 2019 Figurative Art Competition. Surfers, dolphins, paddlers, sup’s, runners, fisherman, walkers, families and dogs. The beach on a glorious day. The fishing fleet moving in at sunset. For my painting of

Phosphorusene dancing on the waves. The lights of the fishing fleet mesmerising. A beach of soft white sand. Border Collie mayhem. Sea water, far too cold to swim, and even the occasional foot immersion, chills. Montagu, the sheep, who walks on the beach at sunset, incongruous. My bum stiff from walking on the beach, which is a few steps from the front of the

'Surfers in the sky' Oil on canvas 60cmx90vm Delicate, quick strokes, ethereal, sensitive. My painting for the Sanlam Portrait submission. An emotional journey. The estuary is still, a reflecting pond for the lights of the town as evening settles into the mist that promises another warm autumn day. A last glass of Shiraz rescued, while the dishwasher hums. The collection of empty wine bottles consigned to the

Rose stopped past the studio to see the painting of the Oyster Collectors that I painted from her photograph Erica’s in purple and pinks between banks of grey salt-bush alongside the paths through the Forest. Enough rain to turn trails into rivers that extra element of fun. Colours swirling on the canvas for my painting of the Heads. Getting a tad lost in the water

Small painting of a rhino at Shamwari, using Indian Yellow rather than Raw Sienna. The warm yellow colour, rather than the earth tone (which I felt was a tad flat), contrasting with Alizarin Crimson adding drama to the painting. Could have used more of the Cobalt Blue, Burnt Sienna mix to push back the shadows. Trying to work through my paint supplies and move