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Fortuitous that our Leisure Isle run coincided with the Comrades Marathon Legends virtual route. Which meant we had runners and spectators cheering us along. While my Comrades Marathon run was some 25 years ago, it’s 90km camaraderie, still remarkable. I’m on the far right! Large canvases arrived. The Cheetah Cubs painting the immediate excitement. However, the painting of the kids in Khartoum, needing attention. The rich

‘Cheetah Cubs‘ Acrylic on canvas 70cmx70cm An unusual mix of Naples Green Yellow, Yellow Ocher, And Raw Sienna for the fur. With a touch of Magenta for the ‘dirty’ spots. A continuous process of rubbing out detail, except for the one eye, giving the composition focus. Now for the larger canvas! Strange to have the Studio open again. The revamped website operational. Responsive. Clean. Functional. With

'Etosha Study’, painted as a demonstration at the Greyton Art Walk, on a wet summers day. Thrilled with the ostriches that are full of movement and simplicity. Boulilli de boeuf. A variation on the beef short-rub, served with a spoonful of sauce vert. Despite being packed with flavour and impossibly rich, a tad underwhelming. Strawberry Fields from Graceland, mouth watering. The aubergine tomatoes, mozzarella, fresh

Builders, and my shoulder being out of action, turned the patio garden into a sad, neglected, forlorn bunch of pots. Water pond cleaned out. Jasmine balls pruned into shape. Old plants replaced with new herbs. Transformed. Rowing Boat Acrylic on canvas 20cmx20cm In the studio, a canvas for the larger painting of irises and foxgloves. A peach colour underpainting of Indian Yellow and Quinacrine Rose, with

'On the estuary’ 50cmx60cm A small painting of a yacht on the estuary. The reflections in the water the focus of the painting. However, the multiple folds of the sails, entrancing. I used an underpainting of Naples yellow, with an initial painting in acrylics, before finishing the painting in oil. A different perspective walking through town at the start of the day to start my stint

A Precious Life Oil on canvas 50cmx50cm In the stormy, chilly weather. My smashed clavicle aches. As do my diabetic toes. Yet, this seems trivial. Compared, to the unfathomable, concept. Reality. That my sister Is gone. From, this world. Impossible. The paintings from Pringle Bay are back after being put onto stretchers. Grouped together, they create a wall of tumbling energy. Radiating heat from sun warmed

'Surfers in the sky' Oil on canvas 60cmx90vm Delicate, quick strokes, ethereal, sensitive. My painting for the Sanlam Portrait submission. An emotional journey. The estuary is still, a reflecting pond for the lights of the town as evening settles into the mist that promises another warm autumn day. A last glass of Shiraz rescued, while the dishwasher hums. The collection of empty wine bottles consigned to the

Rose stopped past the studio to see the painting of the Oyster Collectors that I painted from her photograph Erica’s in purple and pinks between banks of grey salt-bush alongside the paths through the Forest. Enough rain to turn trails into rivers that extra element of fun. Colours swirling on the canvas for my painting of the Heads. Getting a tad lost in the water

Our part of paradise being transformed with building next to us undergoing a massive rebuild. A modern update to what has, to-date, been constrained architecture along strict low-impact guidelines. As with the rebuild of Ile de Pain, the building itself is set to become a destination. A year of chaos and noise ahead! Not the best, for a sensitive Border Collie. Stopped playing with the

A series of small paintings of various rowing boats, yachts and fishing boats against the backdrop of the Knysna Heads to replace those that have been sold. A pleasant lunch under umbrellas, protected from the wind, at the Girls on the Square, in Wilderness, before taking Kirsten to start her long trip back to the States. The wine list takes a bit of time