We 3, 2 Acres and a donkey

 Recent large works

These five paintings were exhibited at 6 Spin Street, Cape Town from 8 Feb to 2 March 2019.

Painting One:  We l    2 x 1.5 m, ink and acrylic on cloth




Painting Two We 2    2 X 1.5 m, ink and acrylic on cloth
R9,700                                  SOLD









Painting three  We 3    2 X 1.5 m, ink and acrylic on cloth


Painting four  2 Acres and a Donkey  7 x 2 meters
ink, acrylic, rabbit skin glue and oil paint on cloth










Painting five  Sliver (detail) 600mm  X 5 m, ink
and water colour


washed up

on the beaches of Arniston

Rope, twine, fishing line, sinkers, wooden scraps, cigarette butts-mostly filters, masses of butts, shoes, soles, ice trays or parts thereof, divers gloves, rubber cords, floats, meat trays, glass bottles and bottle tops of all descriptions, plastic everythings from styrafoam cups to netting to milk bottles and eye drop bottles, knives  and forks…

pastels on paper 2017/2018

washed up 2

washed up 3












washed up 1


on the beaches of Woodbridge Island

Another haul including condoms, ropes, a hair extension, battered plastic bottles, rope, wood, shoes ( always shoes) a glove









at de Mond

Adding colour to another depressing but strangely satisfyingly shaped haul of washed-up trash. Why I like these battered shapes…something lodging in the primitive brain, I suspect. Perhaps a kind of gestalt. I move closer and closer to the two greats in my pantheon: Morandi and Guston. I have come to them from the side like a crab. A frontal appropriation has always failed by sending me into a withering and drying up. How can I possibly compare the muddy puddle on my paper before me with their masterpieces? Now in the beach trash on which I concentrate they are two specks, blurs in either corner of my eye, right and left. I could describe them as ghostly attendants but best to ignore them and let the wordless drawing process itself usher me in. I read somewhere this weekend that the self can only be found in those moments when you pay attention to this rather than that i.e. in the choice one makes among the myriad sensations flooding the brain at any single moment. I think drawing/ painting/ writing helps to solidify self because one is in a trance of choosing and choosing. That is why it feels so good ( most of the time).








noospheric* nights

an exhibition of 46 dark watercolours

Noosphere:  The third phase of evolutionary development of the Earth following the geosphere (inanimate matter) and biosphere (biological life). Noosphere refers to human consciousness and thought.


Each work is a single image of a night scene painted in watercolour and ink on cloth.

The central painted area of each work is approximately 25cm by 25cm while the overall size of the works vary slightly. A cloth label on which the title is typed is hand sewn below the image. The titles incorporate unusual words which tantalise, amuse and encourage engagement rather than explain the works.

The paintings are sewn onto black painted wooden dowels from which they hang. If purchasers desire to frame them at their own cost, box frames are suggested.

Each painting is for sale for R2,000.00

Click on the image to enlarge.

1. Needless to Say, Chiaroscuro. A Paralipsis SOLD

Paralipsis: drawing attention to something by affecting to dismiss it e.g. ‘not to mention’. 

2. An Attack of Ataraxia

Ataraxia: freedom from emotional disturbance; tranquillity

3. Stone Ballicatter

Ballicatter: ice along the shoreline; frozen moisture around the mouth and nose

4. Desipient Night

Desipience: relaxed dallying in enjoyment of foolish trifles


5. Where are our Antiscians?

Antiscians: people who live on the same meridian but on the opposite side of the equator
e.g. our antiscians would be somewhere in Libya or the Mediterranean

6.  Ubiety Distilled

Ubiety: whereness; a sense of having a definite location at any given time

7.  A Handsel for the New Year

Handsel: a gift or token for good luck; good wishes for the new year; foretaste

8.  Lagom

Lagom: perfectly sufficent ( Swedish)

9.  Victory over Velleity     SOLD

Velleity: merely wishing or desiring without any effort or advance towards realisation

10.  Schlimmbesserung Averted?

Schlimmbesserung: an improvement that makes things worse

11. Perlustrating the Turf

Perlustrating: to travel through and inspect thoroughly especially in an official capacity

12. What the Poshlost Spurn

Poshlost: banality, vulgarity and sham ( Russian)

13. Saudade under A Full Moon             SOLD

Saudade: ‘that mysterious melancholy which sighs at the back of every joy’ Roy Campbell (Portuguese)

14. Basking in the Kumatage

Kumatage: reflected light from sun or moon on a body of water

15. A Still Life on the Verge of Lalochezia          SOLD

Lalochezia: emotional relief gained by using indecent or vulgar language


16. Conceivably Pluviose  SOLD

Pluviose: relating to or characterised by rain; rainy


17. Amnesia Reified     SOLD

Reify: to convert an abstraction into something concrete

18. Caliginous Accumulation

Caliginous: misty, dark, dim, obscure

19. Delitescent Healing   SOLD

Delitescent: lying hidden; latent

20. Coffee Table Apophenia

Apophenia: the experience of seeing patterns or connections in random or meaningless data

21. Really? Tu Quoque!

Tu quoque: ‘Thou too’; retorting a charge upon one’s accuser ( Latin)

22. A Lychnobite of Note. A Fan

Lychnobite: one who turns night into day

23. A Cynosure by Name

Cynosure: something that attracts attention by its brilliancy or beauty; ‘a guiding star’

24. No Need for Anacampserote          SOLD

Anacampserote: a herb feigned to restore departed love

25. The Connection is Presque Vu   SOLD

Presque vu: the sensation of being on the brink of an epiphany; ‘on the tip of your tongue’

26. Somnifugous Clutter           SOLD

Somnifugous: driving away sleep

27. Chavish Encased in Glass and Silenced

Chavish: a chattering or prattling noise of many persons speaking together; a noise made by a flock of birds

28. Serendipity or Zemblanity? Who Can Tell?  SOLD

Zemblanity: the opposite of serendipity; the inevitable discovery of what we would rather not know

29. Hardly a Case of Plutomania    SOLD

Plutomania: excessive or abnormal desire for wealth; insanity marked by delusions of wealth

30. Murky Maieutics

Mauieutic: dialectic method practiced by Socrates by interrogation and insisting on logical reasoning
( from Greek word for midwifery)

31. Kitchen Antinomy

Antinomy: contradiction between two statements, both obtained by correct reasoning; conflict, contrast

32. Two More Arrivistes on Our Street       SOLD

Arriviste: one who is bent of ‘arriving’; a person who has recently acquired wealth or success

33. A Trilemma of Note: Travel, Property or Tea? SOLD

Trilemma: a dilemma involving three alternatives instead of two

34. Zaftig, with Quiet Authority, He Takes in All  SOLD

Zaftig: pleasingly plump (Yiddish)

35. Flight to the View of the Tramontanes

Tramontane: a person who lives on the other side of or beyond the mountains

36. Concupiscible Berth for a Tiny Voyager  SOLD

Concupiscible: vehemently desirous

37. Crinum Cryptoscopophilia            SOLD

Cryptoscopophilia: voyeurism

38. The Elozable Viola French   SOLD

Elozable: amenable to flattery

39. Holy Crap! My Ambassadors are Bleezed!

Bleezed: drunk

40. The Thalweg is a Slippery Slope

Thalweg: a line on a map connecting the lowest points of a valley; the middle of a waterway
that serves as a boundary line between states

41. Nikhedonia

Nikhedonia: the pleasure of anticipating victory or success

42. With Sprezzatura

Sprezzatura: studied carelessness; the appearance of being done without effort

43. Finding Dolorifuge

Dolorifuge: something that banishes or mitigates grief

44. Logodaedalus in our Midst     SOLD

Logodaedalus: one who is cunning with words. A perfect example is Shakespeare

45.  Glandaceous Light              SOLD

Glandaceous: acorn coloured

46. A Quaquaversal World  SOLD

Quaquaversal: dipping, pointing, or occurring in every direction

The unusual words that appear in these titles come from the book,
‘From Afterwit to Zemblanity, 100 endangered words brought to life’
by Simon Hertnon ( New Holland Press)

Domestic Associations

an exhibition of rag books

Each rag book is made up of 3 or more pages painted in watercolour and ink, glimpses into my home world. The works include a handcrafted wooden hanger. The pages are turned with cloth tabs and viewers can choose which page they wish to display.

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1. Above and below                                            R2,000.00         SOLD

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2. Dreaming stuff                                                                 R2,000.00

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3. Boxing                                                                                R2,000.00

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4. Dresser                                                                              R2,000.00

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5. Hanging                                                                            R2,000.00

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6. Peter and the animals                                  R2,000.00            SOLD

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7. Sally’s lemons                                                                  R2,000.00

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8. At the station                                               R2,400.00            SOLD

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9. Donald’s thoughts                          R2,400.00                         SOLD

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10. For you, Philip, for you                                              R2,000.00

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11. Glass ceiling                                                    R2,000.00          SOLD

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12. Mantelpiece                                          R2,000.00               SOLD

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13. OK                                                                               R2,000.00

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14. Pluto’s books            R2,000.00   SOLD

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15. Side by side                                                               R2,400.00

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16. The lion and the 3 of us                                               R2,400.00

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17. Trains                                                          R2,800.00         SOLD

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18. Wedding plans                                                                       R2,000.00

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19. Vessels                                                    R2,400.00                 SOLD

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20. Under the watchful gaze of Mister Edward Lear                SOLD

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Domestic Excursions

an exhibition of rag books

Each rag book is made up of 3 or more pages painted in watercolour and ink, reflecting cherished objects from my home in the wider world. The works include a handcrafted wooden hanger. The pages are turned with cloth tabs and viewers can choose which page they wish to display.

Click on the image to enlarge.

1. At Fargo’s, Salt River                                                   R2,400.00

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2. Babar goes to Rosmead Primary School                    R2,800.00

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3. In the streets of the American presidents    R2,400.00   SOLD

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4. Outing in the Cuore                                  R2,400.00            SOLD

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5. Outing in the half-loaf                                                   R2,000.00

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6. Sailboat, Endlovini, Khayelitsha         R3,600.00                SOLD

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7. Visiting Captain’s cafe, Belvedere Road                R3,600.00

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8. West Coast sortie                                  R3,600.00                  SOLD

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Domestic Associations & Domestic Excursions

Artist’s statement

For Ulrich who would have been here like a shot and whom I am going to miss forever.

Everything’s a story. My life, a myriad of stories trailing behind me: childhood, MA in Fine Art, my husband and two sons, books, books, books, a discovered penchant to write, a career in children’s books with a number of publications clattering along the cobbles over my shoulder. Each one tied to a string that makes for the bundle I hold in my fist. Colourful strings.

There are 28 stories on exhibition. A couple even have something you could describe as a plot, others are merely images that by being sewn together provide the possibilities of plot.

This is the story of how these rag books were made:

It starts like so many of my stories, rummaging. This time at a church fete. Our Lady Help of Christians. I am holding in my hand creamy cloth, scrunchy, yet soft. It has a light shine. It have no idea why I want it or what I will do with it but the feel of it, like a tiny electric charge, transmits some unknown potential. I have to have it – this is despite many pieces of unused cloth jamming up the cupboards in our small house.

At home, I snip off a square and look at it blankly. At last it says “Draw me’ and I run a black fineliner over it. The line skates off, pirouettes and stops. More and more lines, loops, slashes, scribbles. The cloth draws beautifully.

What about paint? I bring out an old watercolour box that I’ve had since my student days. A glass of water, a brush and it’s pops and blobs and streaks and wobbles. One transparent pale wash overlaps the next. The colour shapes remain discreet, the delicate edges crisp and clear and fine. There is air between them.  Thank you, Our Lady.

So let’s start…Except I need some shape, I need a story. A friend is sewing a rag book for babies. We should have rag books for adults, I say, idly chattering, not thinking it through. I begin elaborating. What about cloth book newspapers?  Imagine passengers getting onto the plane with their cloth newspapers draped in their hands. On their laps as blankets. Turned pages on their neighbour’s lap?  The Watercolour Cloth Press? Yes, why not?

But I’m no newspaper head. What subject matter should I paint? Another friend, an artist, looking around my kitchen. Why don’t you paint all this? she suggests, and I do. I start right where I am because there is a welter of possibilities lying around in heaps at arm’s reach. The endless source matches the stream of paintings I am itching to paint. Then, the streaking, the blobbing, the scribbling in my Zozo hut. Endless hours of it. One hundred and ten pages of that have made it here.

So that is why it’s domestic associations.

I am not only invested in my little cocoon of home. Eventually, the wider world calls. I take my silly domestic ‘objets’ out, I put them in the car, on the dashboard which functions as a mantelpiece of sorts, out, out, with me to the local café, to the reading club I run at Rosmead Central Primary School, with me to shop at Fargo’s in Salt River, with me to Endlovini in Khayelitsha. These are the domestic excursions.

And the other elements, the stamps, the hangers, the large ‘contents pages’, the cloth tags, all the bits and pieces grow from my life – what I have found, what is around, what friends have suggested, what my husband can and will do.

They say that every person, every author, every artist has really only one story in them which they tackle again and again from every direction. In retrospect, I can see how these works fit into a life-time’s interest in experimental formats and materials bridging the divide between genres and age-groups. The child in me and all the children I have written and illustrated for. The glorious riches of a private sensual life and the social urge, a desire to seed it – or perhaps more accurately, awaken it – in others. The freedom of the fine artist and the rigour of the illustrator. Somewhere in this territory, I hover.

So thank you to Our Lady Help of Christians, who helped me despite my not being a Christian, to Sue, to Lynne, to Peter, to Robert and to Jill who buys me paint when she goes on her travels and Pippa Firmin who schlepped me more cloth from the UK when Our Lady’s basket was empty.

The last story I will tell is not a story. It’s a poem of only a few words, and not a very good poem at that. If people get only this, I’ll have done my job.

The joy that is making, the joy that is painting.





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