PROCESS

What am I doing? 

LAKE ISEO

Here's a scan of one my real paints: a watercolour from a couple of months back, made on my way to visit Christo and Jeanne-Claude's The Floating Piers at Lake Iseo. 

Coming from cold-weather Zürich, we arrived totally unprepared for a day in the beating sun. I ended up using my raincoat as a sun umbrella, and none of us brought enough drinking water. Visitors were not allowed to touch the water's edge, making the thirsty experience almost torturous at times - desperately wanting to jump into the idyllic lake but instead pacing on and on, walking along the undulating paths as if it were a pilgrimage. We found ourselves reaching a trance-like state, meditative at times, while watching an ambulance in the distance screech by to attend to an elderly woman who had collapsed.

    

CLIPCLOP

BEDTIME

Another unpublished paint from the past. Now that my office computer is a Macbook (sans MS Paint), my digital scribbles have gone through a production slump. A positive result of this, though, is that now I am painting with real paint almost every day. It is a totally different making process when you're using brushes on paper. You have to wait for the paint to dry! And changing a background colour takes a lot longer than just a single click on the 'paint bucket'.

Although the below paint was made over a year ago, I'm posting it today in light of Danny's 4am following-the-election bedtime. 

In other news, I went to Turin, Italy this weekend. TRUFFLES! And a 10 course Northern Italian meal. And our favourite Columbian, Carolina! 

LOVE

Today I fly back home to Cape Town. Although, for the first time, it feels like I will be leaving another home. This apartment, these people, this life is becoming a home and I am sad to leave it. But there is no place quite like South Africa and I am so very excited to be seeing all my loved ones again so soon.

FLIES II

TRAIN TRIPPIN

Made on my way to Venice, via Milan. I slept for the majority of the trip. At one point I was woken up by one of the ticket checkers who poked me. I  made a little squeal and sat up suddenly, a little confused (and sleepy).