At the moment I work at a lovely big, wooden, antique table that my German Holborn forefather made himself. When I work at a specific spot at this table it squeaks endearingly as I add pressure with my arms, elbows and hands. It’s like a conversation in Morse-code keeping me company.
When I look up from my work, I see the ocean and it’s mood of the day. I see who has been called out to sea – surfers, wind surfers, paddle skis, stand up paddle boards or the brightly coloured little pods of families basking in the sun on the sand. It’s the constant crashing of the waves that calms my heart but also rushes it!
These crashing waves are accompanied by the squeal of a red winged starling as it descends past our balcony, flying against the gale force wind which whistles a tune through the cracks of our windows. It makes me feel safe and cozy being inside, mixing colours, as a hot cup of tea grows cold beside me.
This is generally what my work area looks like while busy on a watercolour illustration. Important things I need are: clean water, assorted watercolour pigment pods, a paper on which I test my colours (I usually end up liking this ‘test paper’ almost as much as the finished illustration!) and a blotting tissue to absorb excess colour on my paintbrush or nib. Add some music and I’m in my happy zone…
I decided an exchange of views was in order – from the usual sea view to a venture in the gardens. The mosquitoes in this lush environment were delighted too!
Found this little guy I did a while back and thought he was sort-of sweet enough to share…
Drawing at a waterhole called ‘Marie se Gat’ (Marie’s hole) in the Kgalagadi Transfrontier Park recently of Gemsbok and Wildebeest.
A beautiful desolate place.
Some quick sketches of prospective students doing their entrance tests at the University…
Quick observational pen and ink drawings over lunch.