Hints of Spring, and touches of France in my Mum’s garden. Japanese Peony roots added to pots in the Studio garden. The small purple Iris planting in the patio pots. Between the storms, sunrise runs while the full moon shines across the water. My radical haircut making no noticeable difference! Birthday challenge. Co-ordinates to an undisclosed location that had Google Maps flummoxed. Fortunately, the case
Sweltering days making painting difficult. My hands sweating in the gloves. Getting them on, a sticky mess. The studio, busy with tourists, walking around between golf games. One of my favourite paintings from our time in Pringle Bay ’Storm’ sold to an American couple and interest in some of the bigger paintings. Prince spent two days at a ’play-group’. He passed his behavioural assessment with
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
Oak trees, lavender, roses, birds. Mist, sunshine and butterflies. Horses, aimlessly wondering along the main road in the early morning. A surreal world beneath the mountain. Immaculate and cared for. ‘Linda’s Breasts’, not on the menu. Definitely worth asking for at Via’s. A hint of warmth in the spices used on the chicken breast, transformative. While the chips looked impossibly tempting, there was nothing wrong
Photo credit Elle Redman Sunshine for a beach play at Buffels. Whales in the distance Prince not well. We can only guess that he ate something at the beach that made him so ill. Defined by beauty, in the Forest, there is a world where imagination has no boundaries. ‘ForesTree’, the new exhibition at the Old Goal has beautiful works that captivate. Tranquil. Absorbing. Energizing.
A high-speed snake of steel. Holiday traffic hurtling homeward. Courteous, sensible. For the most part. Unexpected, trip to Montagu to see Dad. Skies clear after the rain. Green valleys pushing into fields of yellow canola. Mountains with their snow mantel the warning that we would be looking for places with fireplaces. Didn’t expect to be out in the early morning dark playing soccer with Prince.
'He ain't Heavy' Oil on canvas 2,0mx1,5m Crazy dreams. The bunch of antibiotics to sort an abscess from a broken tooth? ‘He ain’t Heavy’, the large (2,0mx1,5m) abstract-impressionist painting of elephants at Addo Elephant Park. Although the large strokes of pure colour, applied in bursts of energy give the painting an abstract-expressionist slant, creating a large, vibrant work. The ‘wall-easels’ flexible enough to accommodate the large painting
Happy Easter ‘Plogging’, the Swedish craze of picking up litter while out jogging is easier on the stretch out along the lagoon as there are frequently placed rubbish bins to deposit the trash and the street lights help on the darker mornings. I don’t collect the messy stuff! Eye tests for new glasses to adjust for the diabetic changes to my prescription. An almost 20%
Last lighttrack up in the studio. Only a bit of blood involved. Waiting for the new table top for the trestle and the studio will be ready for the Knysna Literary Festival ‘Delicious Word Journey’. Thrilled that the studio will host Sam Cowen for the evening. Tree trimmed to form a ‘green cloud’ outside the patio. A few stray bits need to be taken
Paintings in their new home in Provence Prince had a wonderful time at J9 charging about looking for buried treasures that Diva had left about the place. Especially those hidden in dark spots under the deck and walkways. Spring high adding a water dimension to the hunt. Coreta made Tartiflette au reblochon, with cauliflower rather than potatoes. The cheese mature enough that it walked. With