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SJQ Watercolour
This is the site I launched at my exhibition at the end of 2009
Quite how the two sites will interrelate is still under consideration
braai stories – my weber NOT
here is what I braai on – braaing is like barbequeing I suppose. Braaing is taken very seriously in some circles here. It is the cooking the MEN do. My system is wheelbarrow filled with sand, with bricks to elevate the grid. The wheelbarrow was a wedding present from Geoff and Denise Sissons, friends of ours in Swakopmund. When we came to Somerset West the barrow came along. When they developed around us the developers dug up beautiful river boulders. I thought it sad that they would just be pushed back in the ground so went out in all weathers to collect the rocks with the wheelbarrow. The little wheel was usually so mud-logged that I just dragged it along.
Eventually the front bracket broke so I retired the wheelbarrow, resting on one of the rocks it carried. The planks on which it rests are railway sleepers I redeemed from the rubble of the old Cape Town powerstation when it was demolished. So… there it is.
this is another watercolour I would like to do again – but I think I got the values about right. The dark values above the pot hide the problems I had in drawing the pot. The bar is held on with wire.
And here is a braai story:
My parents were such gifted musicians. They would take choirs they had trained, overseas to sing in Europe. Before they left they would take their choir to the Kruger Park, a massive game reserve in the North of South Africa, as a reward and to practice. One evening my little mother, who was so friendly and sweet, and naive I suppose, walked past a group of men braaing and drinking beer. So she said “My, your wives have you well trained” – And they said ” ” – Nothing – they just glared at her. And that is how serious this business is…
