Brilliant yellow, on spikes of grey-green lining the road to Boggomsbaai. The sound of waves, pounding the shore. Rhythmical. Sensual. Foot prints, as transitory as the land-art in my mind. A tad too much red wine with an excellent peri-peri chicken, Koos cooked, that removed the top of your head with its subtly building heat. Boring, it was not! Polly's tail feathers flecked with white from the
Juba Skies Oil on Linen 35cmx50cm I used the smooth texture of the linen to increase the translucency of the sky, selecting colours and paint brands that had a high transparency index. The focus was on keeping the painting simple. The string of yellow-billed kites soaring on the thermals created by the building storm clouds.