Today after a very exciting meeting with a new possible client I came back to Pietermaritzburg and, after a snooze went up a hill overlooking the valley with my brother in law, Tim. Because he dawdled so much the sun was setting when we got there but we each had time for a couple of paintings. Here are mine:
then as the light faded I sat under the trees in the foreground and did this one:
And that was that -
Pietermaritzburg is more british than Big Ben – heh heh
Long long ago in a country … the company I worked for gave me an award for being a good boy and I got to go to a really upmarket game reserve in the lowveld near Nelspruit (whatever it is called now). I got flu which was a shame but not really because when they all went hairing off into the sunrise to see game (which I don’t enjoy doing much) I wandered to the edge of the camp with my watercolour kit and did these paintings. The Camp was perched on a koppie looking across a valley. As I watched giraffe wandered about below. And a leopard somewhere in the valley “sawed” his displeasure at my presence. For a few hours it grunted and coughed while I painted. In those days I did not paint much on site so it was a great way to spend the morning. And the paintings were OK too I think – though I would handle them slightly differently now. The granites on which I sat were covered with green lichens and aloes which I tried to capture.
In those days I used a half inch flat sable brush A LOT – then my brother Tim who is an artist of note (or so he tells me – no kidding he is – I would let you see his website or blog if he wasn’t such a Luddite) told me it was lazy or affected or something and I went back to rounds.
and the next:
and the last -
this is quite promising I think. I almost gave these away but I am glad I have the referrence – I am so keen to go back to the bush to paint soon.