Charcoal on 425 gram paper 18x27cm I loved the shape of the old oak tree above the building in Greyton
Time here, doesn't so much stop, as cease to be relevant. Under blue skies, the sun uses the mountains as a natural reflector. Pouring heat down that has the zinc roofs of the old houses contorting in agony. Ancient oaks, spread their branches. Relief, green filtered shade. Wine, alive. Laughing at the wilting lettuce, trying hard to be appealing. Old Potters Inn, on the
Oil on Canvas 100cmx50cm The wide open skies of the Overberg on the Southern Cape coast. A workers cottage, with its washing, amongst the barren wheat fields. The courtyard studio sweltering on a magnificent summers day in the vineyards.
Charcoal 18cmx25cm on 425 gram paper Stark aloes, white dunes. A world divided by the hand packed stone wall.
Karoo Cottage Oil on Canvas 15cmx15cm The starkness of the Little Karoo around Robertson, transformed in springtime into a paradise of colour.
Trees, dusted with the pink and red eucalyptus flowers. Yellow-orcha, stone filed earth, shimmering in the heat of summer. Farm dam, relief in which children play with the freedom of summer holidays. The summer menu at Clos Malverne intriguing. Litchi, wrapped in ostrich and stuffed with gorgonzola. Overshadowed by the simple salmon with avo that was sensational. Succulent venison, delicately supported by the cranberry
Oil on canvas 150cmx90cm. (From a photo by Hesta) The joy of painting on a large canvas, my hands cramping from the extra work. From the cupboard, the box of crazy Ferrario paint (Zinc yellow, Monaco madder, Green earth ancient, sepia, Zinc green, Turquoise, Copt motun, Paris blue.) bought as a lot in England a dozen years ago, adds its own inspiration The turquoise colour
The rain in the vineyards dissipated early enough for us to enjoy the gardens at Babylonstoren. A tortoise wondering along the pathway bounded by the plessage of layered quince tree branches. The precision of the gardens, amazing, even if its hard to get excited about vegetables, herbs and fruit. Looking to see if the last remaining poppy seed heads contained any late seeds,
Tucked into the folds of the Langeberg mountains outside of Rooiberg, sits the Saggy Stone Restaurant and micro-brewery. It's a busy spot for something that is 20km, much of it dirt, from the main road and the fierce sun no doubt contributed to the large volumes of beer being consumed, not lease by a party of gratefully hikers. Our food was generous and
As one would expect of a Creation, there are lots of ideas. Some of which are stunning, some disappointing, some not worth repeating and when you thought you had it sussed, there is a surprise that leaves you with a smile. The art, molten glass and abstract relief emerging from the rough brick walls is elemental to Creation, and in keeping with the