A short history
Wherever I go I see watercolours. I work out composition, colours and painting process. When I sit down to paint, the universe recedes. My world becomes the line, the colour, the water in my brush, and the next swatch of watercolour.
The gift eluded me for 30 years. An early memory is sitting on a mountain-side, watching my dad paint a watercolour. I remember him putting in the lines in the fields below. Later, in my digs as a student I recall a small watercolour in one of the rooms that seemed to beckon. Once I took a sketch book and paints to Cape Point where I sat in the sun and created two little paintings. This taste of sitting on site persisted, hidden away below the pressure of studying for a science degree. But imagination, the facility that registers information under the radar, is a powerful drive.
I completed a masters in materials science and went to work in Swakopmund, Namibia. One Saturday, in the town my eye was arrested by a painting of a fish-eagle lifting a fish out of the water. Each curved pinion feather deftly rendered in one skilled stroke. I took classes with the artist. I still remember riding my bicycle through the dark, misty streets of Swakop after each lesson. I felt like I was beginning The Adventure. I was enthralled.
So began an exhilarating and frustrating journey. So much hard, joyful work! So many insights. A whole new way to see the world. And still a mountain of skill to climb. I have held solo exhibitions in Somerset West and Namibia.
I am married to Aura and have three children in different stages of leaving the home.
In my other life I still prime leaders and to clarify, plan and execute strategy. You can read about that on my website: StrategyWorks.