A painting I did in Afghanistan, of boys walking down the street outside our house. (Street 5, House No 77, Apartment 2, Ansari Watte, Shari-e-Now District) ‘Kabul Balloons’, oil on canvas board 36cmx46cm received a Special Recognition for ‘Outstanding Art’, at the ‘555’ Special Art Exhibition. Selected from 1,437 entries from 31 different countries. The towers in my painting of Central Park, are the
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
’Iris and Foxgloves’, the latest addition to our wearable art range has arrived in time for Christmas. It's a high quality, square 90cmx90cm, silk twill scarf with hand-rolled edges, available in limited numbers. Endless cleaning and sorting of accumulated clutter, I came across a couple of bowls from my days in Afghanistan. Made from Herat blue-glass, they are available as that unique gift from
Decided I wanted to do a companion painting for the Irises and Foxgloves. A square format, so not a traditional diptych. A tad concerned that the square canvas i was able to get is a tad small. Unexpectedly the painting of the nature garden in Montagu that has been in our kitchen for years is off to its new home in Port Elizabeth. From the
Laboured through my jog, the various parts of my body not working together. Think I left some of them sleeping. Outside the studio, life on the estuary, constantly changing. A yacht poorly positioned is careened as the tide goes out. Frantic activity to move it before it's damaged. Firefly spots of brilliant colour from kite surfer sails in the afternoon sunlight. A visiting yacht
George to collect Kirsten who is here for the week. Hesta and William arrived for a weekend of fun. Pink face from watching the arrival of the Karoo-Coast MTB race. Hot enough to make a beer seem like a good idea. The taste less so. We stopped at Timber Lake, a collection of quirky shops and restaurants, tucked into the edge of the forest,
It's National Poetry Month, and with a box of paintings from Afghanistan, the painting 'Shattered Dreams' of a guy with his kite caught in the tree came to mind.Shattered DreamsA treeA boy standsDust swirlsFists clenchedBranches whipTears streamWind whistlesUpturned faceFabric tearsShattered dreamsA kite, caught, tatteredKabul 2004
Acrylic on Canvas Board 12cmx10cmThe first painting I did after arriving in Afghanistan in 2003. The city grey in the depths of winter. The oppression of women symbolized in the men on Buskashi horses, painted in the black associated with the Taliban, towering over a women. Imprisoned in her blue burqa, but not cowered, with the splash of red under the burqa.