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The world is quiet on a late summer evening. Sky full of stars. Glass of excellent red (La Vierge ‘Nymphomane’). Hint of jazz. Lights along the lagoon. Owl hooting somewhere amongst the roof tops. Legs weary after their cycle through the forest. The ride along the ‘Coffee Pot’ trail beautiful through the indigenous Forest, full of life after a couple of days of rain.

‘Paddle Steamer’ Oil on canvas 60cmx90cm Harbour Town Adventure Water. Complex. Demanding. Knuckles smearing paint. Paddle steamer at sunset across the Estuary from the studio. The paintings at the new Avo Pomme exhibition perfectly capturing the emerging growth from the ashes of the fires. Delicate life, exquisite in its simplicity. Bernice’s canapés, once again, transcending the paintings. That fragment of a view between sweat drops on my glasses,

SOLD Wild Garden Oil on canvas 50cmx90cm Reflections on the water at first light. Ripples of colour drawing you into their depths. Reminiscent of the blinding light and vibrant colours in the paintings of Joaquín Sorolla y Bastida. Bold minimalist strokes of energy. My painting of the paddle boat, a metronome of the day past the studio, stilted. Waiting for the reflections to bring it to life? After the rain,

Review of the studio'Obsessed with this gallery. The man with the yellow shirt is the artist and the paintings are done with his magical fingers. I bought a postcard printed with his paintings to support him It's been like he was living in his gallery' The Forest is asleep. An unnatural quiet. Drought. Sun relentless. Tentative shoots after the last rain, crisped. Fungus dried

Fires raging, turning the skies into apocalypse 'Turner' sort of sunsets.   The first of the photo-books of paintings (Afghanistan) that are still available for sale has been printed. The quality better than expected and certainly something to be completed for the other countries and painting collections. For now, my life is controlled by the arc of a pendulum encased in the Viennese Regulator that

Restlessness stirs. Sea siren, driven on the silhouette of a wooden cutter that sailed through the sunset. Carefree child, and her dog. Oblivious to the world outside her paddle board. Adventure beckons. Terry improving slowly. Stubbornly high blood pressure still a worry. The key, not trying to do too much. In my painting, elephants in the forest at Hoekwill Forest Station. Colours of tree lichen,

Great strides made by Mum as she moved from ICU to the general ward and the out of hospital. A bit of a road ahead before she will be mobile. Small painting finished of an aloe with snow covered mountains. 'The Preacher', on the easel. A portrait in the 'Homeless of Knysna' series. Wracked by the monsters of war, he is one of the

A   short walk in the forest at the Garden of Eden, before walking around the East Head rocks on a stunning morning.  Kirsten suggested that I look at the work of Elaine de Kooning. Particularly, her portrait work, which was opportune as I started work on a portrait of Sinni, one of the homeless guys we pass on our way for our morning cappuccino.  http://www.smithsonianmag.com/videos/elaine-de-kooning-paints-a-portrait/?no-ist His hat,

My fingers are full of holes, and there is more blood than paint on the panel I'm making for the laundry cupboard. My skills at carpentry a tad lacking, and I certainly don't have the correct tools. None of which makes a difference when you can't get the measurements precise! In my defense, the panel was incorrectly cut at the building supplier, which

The last of the apartment walls that need to be removed is a pile of rubble, opening the apartment onto the new terrace above the garage. The tiling has started and the kitchen extension is sorted. We visited our cupboards, which are still shells. The craftsmanship, remarkable. Unlikely that they will be ready when we move in the middle of Oct. A small painting