Detail of ‘Rhenosterveld’ in progress. 100cmx100cm. Acrylic and recycled plastic water bottle butterflies on canvas. We are watching, with a touch of alarm, the spike in Covid cases along the Garden Route. Of more concern are the number of people who we know who are infected. So far, while they are ill, they are recovering. My blood sugars. For whatever reason, out of kilter. I
‘MM’ oil on canvas 50cmx60cm, my study of Manet’s painting ‘Before the mirror’, which he painted in 1846, has been included in the SCAVA “Old Masters” exhibition that will open on the 17th November. Mist hanging low over the mountains made for a pretty, if a tad nervy ride. Zero visibility with my glasses coated in mist. Followed Craig’s bright socks hoping that he
Sketching with oil paint, small cheetah cub paintings. In a world. Far, far, away. I spent hours in a gallery admiring the paintings of Errol Boyle. Fortunate enough to be guided by him through his studio, and gallery. An experience, no less, inspirational than Van Gogh in Zurich, Monet In New York City, or Kandinsky in St Petersburg. Unbelievably special to see one
At night Recycled plastic water bottle butterfly garden stake, not quite the ‘glow-in-the-dark‘ I was hoping for. However, I have sorted the various paint layers to still give a shimmering finish to the butterflies. The mural will take 100 butterflies per square meter, and the mix of small and large ones may need a bit of juggling. With 7 cut out of each bottle,
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
'Princesses for a Day’, my painting of Lauren and Livy. Purple of royalty amongst the rich colours of the background, while butterflies lead them through the magical garden of their imagination. ‘The butterfly children play, dance and sing all day long with their little brothers and sisters’. Master Chef final dinner at J9. Clare did a clever plate of tapas to start the evening.
First ‘Wearable Art’ 100% silk scarves with my paintings sold and heading to new homes. Orders for the next batch received with a few adjustments made to the art work. ‘Irises’ design painting finished, adding an additional option to the range. Working on an elephant painting that is also designed to be used as a scarf painting. The link to the website sorted
Angel shadows and sunbeams, the Nieu Bethesda scene in my head for the canvas in the studio. An underpainting of Naples yellow. The softer tones indicative of the calmness of this small town, with the sculptural elements, and sunbeam floor polish, of the ‘Owl House’ in the shadows. Yachts and whales at sea on a sparkling day after a run to East Head Cafe.
My balance isn’t the best. My coordination nonexistent, and I tend to get lost a great deal of the time, yet cycling through the Forest, some thought it a good idea to let me find a path through the mud. The Forest, after the rain, breathtaking. With the fire keeping the apartment cosy, the weather seemed to dictate a comforting salmon-pasta sort of meal.