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I have added a new Album to my On Line Gallery with paintings of my elephants that are still available. With the forest elephants in Knysna, it seemed appropriate to bring out the herds, and the special pace they have in my life. Painted in Botswana and Tanzania, they provided hours of entertainment, observing their antics. At full moon the elephant bulls have moved back into
Sweltering. Trees, gasping at the warm air. Clouds full of mischief. Finished fighting with my painting of the forest, Forest Phantoms. An evening spent looking for the elephants in the painting. Those intended, and those created by our imagination. A bunch of visitors from the vineyards, popping into Knysna from their various holiday destinations. Hesta and William, the roar from the Harley, almost drowned by
Oil on Canvas 77cmx101cm Finished fighting with my painting of the forest. A bunch of colours used in the painting that haven't been part of my pallet for awhile. A forest floor of Yellow Ochre, Mineral Violet Light, Cadmium Yellow Deep, Naples Yellow Light, Cobalt Blue, and Magenta. Trees of Permanent Red Orange, Cinnabar Green, Cadmium Yellow Light, Cerulean Blue, Yellow Ochre, Indian Yellow,
A breezy, autumish sort of day in the vineyards. The patio covered in leaves from the grapevine. The wind unsettled, in that 'Chocolat' vein, driving changes. With our summer visitors over, packing has started in the cottage. A spot or too of blood not unexpected.Something special about wrapping paintings and sending them off to their new homes. Edith agreeing to act as courier for those
Oil on Canvas 120cmx91cmElephants in Ruha, Tanzania.I first painted this in 2011, however during its transporting from Tanzania is was badly damaged. With the pending move to Knysna, I didn't want to pack the damaged painting, rather deciding to do it again.
She was young to be the matriarch, the elephant who was the head of the family. A family who stood around her, their stomachs rumbling in displeasure at her inability to make a decision. She had, unusually, been appointed by her mother, as normally it was the oldest female who became the matriarch. This only increased the rumblings of displeasure. The fact that