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Messing About with Paint
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With more of the recycled plastic water bottle butterflies finished on my ‘Rhenosterveld’ artwork, I’m getting lost in the composition and have had to slow down to let a section dry before tackling the next bit. Taking inspiration from Joan Mitchell, an American Abstract Expressionist artist whose aggressive brushstrokes and vivid colour were used to convey emotion. Much of her career was spent

White on White 100cmx100cm Acrylic and recycled plastic water bottle butterflies on canvas First attempt at sticking the recycled plastic water bottle butterflies to the canvas a failure. At least, neither the canvas or the butterflies were damaged. Worked out a system to keep them in straight lines using a wood strip secured with clamps as a guide. Finding gaps in the mark making butterflies amongst

Studio apartment antics. Coq au vin. A starter of veg soup, with a hint of Durban curry heat and fried Chorizo croutons. Finally happy with the recycled plastic water bottle butterfly mobile. It’s effect under the uv-light fabulous. I won’t be doing any more, as they are incredibly time consuming. But, pretty. Production line of butterfly painting for ‘White-on-White’. The butterflies sorted into groupings according

Thrilled that my commissioned portrait ‘Deurmekaar Weskus’ has been selected for the 6th International Faces and Figures Exhibition, from 601 entries. The sides of the portrait sorted. Load shedding darkness. Milky Way striking. Firefly, fishing boats out on the estuary. Perfect, pork-belly on the Kamado Jan. MTB ride through Gouna Pass to the Italian church. Mist tendrils amongst the Forest, carrying secrets of

‘Palette Leftovers’ sold and in its new home. Vibrant swirls of colour that entice and fascinate.  Storms tearing through. Unsettled nights. Huge moon. Chaotic winds. The Forest beautiful at first light, and Running with the sunrise, noticeably earlier. The commissioned portrait, ‘Deurmekaar Weskus’, mostly sorted. A few Issues to clean up. A tad darker in spots, and grey-white smears needing touching up, once the paint

Two of the small cheetah paintings handed over to their new homes, and another one finished. My shoulder trashed. Seven passes ride, the section to the bike-park and back. Stunning through the Forest. Or the bits I could see through sweat stained glasses. Core muscles strained over the corrugated trail. Which, the storm and howling winds, danced over. Still, an opportunity to try another of

Special Recognition Award for ‘Outstanding Art’ at the 10th International ‘Animals’ Art Exhibition, selected from 1,040 entries from 32 countries. Mist through the Forest on Kom-se-Pad ride. Privileged. Spectacular. That tad bit of drama, managing my blood sugars on the long ride and over a 1,000 meters of climbing. Getting better at listening to when my body is fatigued and crashing. Woolies low-carb seed

‘Brothers’ Acrylic on canvas 150cmx150cm Suddenly. It’s done. Gentle. Powerful. Alive. Ear of the cheetah cub needed sorting. Fortunately, it’s a matter of painting it out and starting again. A tad too much detail, for my concept of sketching, while on safari? Turquoise and Pink around the eye, the sparkle. For now, my stressed calf seems to have settled. While, unbelievably chilly for this part of the

The painting of the Cheetah Cubs at that point, where, that touch of magic. If. I’m brave enough. To let it happen. Disaster avoided, as howling winds tossed the shopping bag, containing eggs, as I tried - unsuccessful - to navigate a walk between storm squalls. Wet. Bedraggled. The Forest a jumble of fallen trees. Ancient yellow-wood tree standing tall amongst the carnage. The