Last Tuesday I painted at Seacliff, a little further from home. My chosen spot was beneath a large Norfolk Island pine on edge of the footpath. It was a hot morning and nearby was an old kombi van with three young fellows generally making some order out of their travellers’ morning mayhem. As I set … More Away from home
The key word is “on”. Although I have often painted the beach, my feet have been planted firmly on the balcony or the footpath. A few weeks ago I found a vantage point on the leveled top of the ‘sandhill’. Next spot was at the foot of the sandhill for a couple of sessions and … More My new love – painting on the beach
No, I am not trying to be Edward Lear. This riddle came to me last week as I sat in the chair at the hairdressing salon. My head was being wrapped in bits of aluminium foil in an effort to create some sort of baked-potato-with-bristles look. The stylist was remembering her early days when it … More When is a horizon like a haircut?