Today I took a trip around the peninsula to Smitswinkel bay. I have been working from photos I took on my silly little cell phone and wanted more material. It was a lovely still, hot day in false bay, although the water was icy cold. I took a few photos and then settled down to paint a watercolour of the bay. OK so I took on a big chunk, from the top of the mountain to the pool at my feet – it just kind of happened. I am keen to develop a less detailed way to paint scenes like this. But here it is.
This is on Hot Pressed Arches and is 380 x 280mm
I like this in places – the rocks in the left middle ground went well. But I think the fynbos around the houses is too busy and I could have saved time and attention by simplifying this drastically. Maybe I will try this in the studio to develop approaches to the different parts of the painting.
While I was painting a baboon ran down across the rocky beach and up the rock where I was working. All the sunbathers scattered.
I stood up so he paused and sat down. Maybe he did not smell any goodies in my pack. He was a really big guy and I was not sure what to do. I just did not want him to destroy my palette which is probably worth a couple of thousand rand with all the paints in it (eeek – there’s a thought…). I was working on a big rock and considered lifting that to hurl at him but I know this often makes them retaliate – which he did later when the owner of the picnic threw rocks at him.
Then he went off to where a family had set up umbrellas. They were not around. The baboon really tucked into their picnic. Some locals came and shot it with catapults. But in spite of landing some vicious hits the baboon snacked on. Then this guy came to chase it away with his umbrella, which I didn’t think was such a smart thing to do. This was a big baboon and they are immensely strong and they have massive canines. Not an animal to mess with.
Then the family returned. They had dogs which chased the baboon away at first. He retired to a nearby rock with a bag of chips. But they wisely carried and dragged their dogs away when the baboon came back for more.
This was a creature who needed a jolly good leaving alone and everyone stood by and watched.
And then along came Jones (na na nanana na na) – slow walkin’ Jones, Slow-talking Jones…
The baboon took one look at the paint-ball gun, and headed down the coast, harried by two small dogs – probably jackies. Interesting!
So that was it:
So – just to complete the thought, here are the words I found on DigitalDreamDoor: